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janovavalen · 3 months

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Hi can you write a Percy Jackson x fem reader

The reader and Percy do not get along it’s like a love hate relationship.During episode 4 Percy sacrificing himself at St Luis arch the reader breaks down the door and sees him fall.she then jumps after him.When they get out the river they both have an argument about the whole incident.which leads to the reader admitting she cares about him.Happy ending pls.

an: OMG STOP STOP BC I ACTUALLY ACTIVELY SCREAMED AT THIS REQUEST ANONNNNN STOOOOP I LOVE THIS SM IM ABOUT TO WRITE IT RNNNNNRNRNRNRN

✧RECKLESS || percy jackson x fem!reader

summary: as the group go to their next destination they arrive at the arch, annabeth and y/n’s mom’s sanctuary for some time. just when they think they’re safe, things don’t go to plan.

word count: FUCKIN 5878 NO BC IVE BEEN WORKING ON THIS FOR THREE HOURSSSSS AHH

warnings: y/n and percy being in a enemies or lovers trope, annabeth and grover being third and fourth wheelers, arguing, near death experiences, slight blood warnings, poisoned percy, a bit of crying? LIKE A TINY BIT, y/n is very argumentative.

as the group made their way to the st. louis arch, they weren’t doing very good. at all.

on their way, the original plan was to get straight to las vegas, but thanks to the monsters and not wanting to take a break, their train got ruined by the mother of monsters.

as they walked into the front entrance of the arch that annabeth and y/n recommended. they had stated that monsters can’t get in and it will give them more time to find some way to get to las vegas a lot quicker than on foot.

‘six-hundred and thirty feet wide’ annabeth started—‘six-hundred and thirty feet tall, both two within an inch’

as they four of them walked fast enough to cause an old lady whiplash, percy and grover listened to the two of them explain their mothers sanctuary.

‘it’s got no internal support. each side is balanced perfectly against one another’ y/n states once more as annabeth nodded along with what she said.

‘the arch is held up by symmetry, it’s held up by math!’ annabeth expressed.

‘oh and it’s earthquake proof’ y/n added to annabeth’s comment, giving annabeth a small glance before they walked down the steps of the entrance into the small museum full of kids on a field trip.

‘it’s also high enough so poseidon can’t ruin it…but i don’t think mom would appreciate his child being in here, so.’ y/n looked over to percy who gave her a tight thin lipped smile before mumbling.

‘nice…’ annabeth and percy looked at the two before giving each other a look to soon squeeze themselves through the group kids.

‘excuse me’ annabeth mumbled to the boys and girls who turned and moved out of the way for the four.

‘this is how you show athena your love, a monument to the power of perfection’ annabeth told.

‘it’s a monument to some other stuff too’ grover added as they looked around and saw other things regarding more olden times, guns, head skeletons of buffalo and other things.

‘your talking about what some humans want this place to be about. we’re talking about what it actually is’ annabeth placed her hand over her own chest while looking at percy and grover who frowned but agreed nonetheless.

y/n rolled her eyes when she saw the amount of ‘skeletons’ and other things that litterd the walls and glass casing all around them. the people seeming to be pleased enough at what they saw to take a picture.

‘it’s sad to know they don’t know what it really means. very pathetic really.’ y/n mumbled to herself as she turned to annabeth. percy looked over at her and blinked before widening his eyes and choosing not to say anything about what she said.

‘whatever…we’re safe here, right?’ grover made sure to comprehend as they walked.

‘no monsters can enter…not even echidna’ y/n reassured grover who nodded nervously.

‘we’re safe’ annabeth added on.

‘great…well since our train exploded! i’m going to see if there’s another one we can get tickets on. we can’t stay here forever.’ grover looked over at the huge plastered picture of buffalo being attacked and hunted by hunters.

looking overly slowly at the three he said once more—‘just because we’re prey doesn’t mean we need to be helpless.’ turning around to leave, annabeth nervously cleared her throat and walked up to him.

‘wait! i’m going to go with you. you two wait here, don’t leave and don’t move’ annabeth ordered y/n and percy who frowned their eyebrows.

‘were would we go?’ y/n asked her with a raised eyebrow. annabeth rolled her eyes and caught up to grover who walked rather fast.

as the two of y/n and percy watched annabeth and grover walk away, percy decided now would probably be a good time to start a bit of conversation to stop the awkward silence.

‘he doesn't like it when people mess with animals,’ he added.

y/n didn’t both turn to his side but acknowledged his voice—‘yeah. i know.’

percy turned to y/n who kept her eyes focused on annabeth and grover even though they were long past the barrier of her eyesight.

‘…why are you so quiet?’ percy mumbled, his eyes looking over y/n’s frame that was unmoving from her standing position.

‘why does it matter?’ y/n turned to his presence now. seeing he was a bit away from here

‘it doesn't it’s just…you know…kind of awkward?’ percy nervously mumbled.

sighing percy didn’t want to really give up on the conversation knowing it would probably be best. the last thing he needed and had the time for was for y/n to snap at him, but it was worth the shot.

‘so, this is your moms place?’

y/n kept quiet and turned her eyes and head another direction from percy who kept speaking. clearing his throat he spoke—

‘be right down just going to the potty’ he said in a girly squeaky voice. this gained y/n’s attention.

as childish and stupid as it was, it was definitely an uplift from the previous mood. she lightly grinned but turned her head.

‘listen…me and you don’t get along and we both know that—‘

‘is it that obvious?’

‘shut up and listen okay?’ y/n sighed as percy nodded shamefully and let her continue .

‘i know you said it all in me and annabeth’s head…mostly mine? that i tell myself that our mother cares because it’s easier that way.’

percy let his eyebrows frown once more as he shook his head—‘i didn’t say that?’ he looked at y/n who turned her head to him and gave him a small look of which spoke—‘really?’

he shrugged it off and continued to talk—‘look ive been a demigod since…’ looking off to the side to calculate he finally came with an answer—‘last saturday. you shouldn’t listen to me.’ he told her as y/n let what he said soak in.

looking off to the side a bit she came up with some idea—plan for him to take, an offer.

‘you know, this is my mothers place. but? a temple is a temple. maybe you can say hi to your dad while your here?’ she explained.

percy seemed to almost take up her offer but quickly denied it. not wanting to really contact poseidon at the moment.

‘no thanks.’ he quickly shrugged off. this came undeniably confusing to y/n.

‘what could it hurt?’ she genuinely wanted her answer but he still shook his head.

‘your think with your mother…i get it, it’s different, it works for you. but my father…i don’t want anything from him. he had his chances—honestly you’ve done more for me in the past free days than my fathers done my entire life. if i have to stick with someone i—‘

trailing off as he caught himself y/n seemed to catch his slight slip up and tilted her head to the side a bit. her eyes looking him up and down before she smirked a bit—‘careful..i think you were about to call me a friend.’

before the beginning of the quest. before all of this. they had claimed in stone, they were and would never see themselves as friends. nothing more nothing less: the two of them simply didn’t see eye to eye. their priorities were set on two different things, and they both knew that.

but, things seemed to have change a bit on one end, and a lot on the other.

percy slightly looked down at the floor below as y/n turned her own head away from his.

‘somewhere around here the Oracle is laughing at us but you know—‘

as she said this percy seemed to feel insanely dizzy and instantly fell to the floor, y/n being there to catch him—‘whoa! percy? what’s going on?’ she asked him, being careful not to bombard him with too many questions given the fact he just fell out.

her arms being slightly wrapped around his shoulders he held onto her as he let her slowly let go of him. percy slightly sat down onto the floor as he caught his balance.

‘hey! what happened?’ grover and annabeth came running immediately when they saw him fall.

‘i think…i think those stinger things were poisonous…’ percy breathed heavily, his breath seeming to shorten on supply.

y/n looked around and it seemed to click for both the athena children—‘i have an idea’ the both of them claimed.

as the tie of them grabbed up on percy they found themself in the water that sat in front of the museum. with percy sitting down into it, the other three stood as they scooped and splashed percy from the head down with water.

he sat there and took it as they kept going scoop from scoop, hoping something would happen.

passers walked by and some stood to watch what they were doing and they their were kids sitting in the fountain but none took it upon themselves to stop it.

‘the water cured him back at camp! it should work with poison too!’ y/n found herself quickening her scoops of water while annabeth looked momentarily at her sister who wore a very worried expression.

if anything, she’s never seen her this worried. not for a while. not for percy.

‘you know—i think, i think this is working’ percy grabbed onto y/n’s hand who helped him stand—‘this was a great call’ he acknowledged their idea but only to end up stumbling back down into the water with even more dizziness.

‘or not.’ he breathed out.

‘maybe it needs to be naturally running water for Poseidon to heal him?’ y/n mumbled while she placed her hand comfortingly over percy’s shoulder.

grover looked to annabeth who went to speak but just then they heard crashing and sirens going down just ahead of them. they all went to look and seen a police car being flipped into another car.

‘we need to get back inside!’ annabeth went to pick up percy along with grover but y/n was quick to deny.

‘no we need to keep trying!’

‘ this isn’t working y/n—and she’s coming!’ grover sadly looked at y/n who stressed her expression of worry towards percy who looked up at her momentarily before the two of them looked ahead along with annabeth and grover to see echidna slowly strutting her way over to them with a grin.

y/n breathed out and quickly thought—‘okay look, we’ll take percy inside and we’ll go to the temples alter’ y/n went to pick up percy who grabbed onto her arm and hand as the other two helped to pick him up as well.

‘alter? where is there an alter?’ grover asked, frowning his eyebrows at the two.

‘the highest point—the best view!’

‘okay! but what good is that even going to do us?’ grover stressed once more.

y/n sighed and looked over to annabeth who looked at her and percy.

percy had his grip held tight on her as she equally had the same amount of strength being held onto him to secure him from falling.

‘we’re going to get to the top, and we’re going to ask my mom for help’ she breathed out. grover seemed to stop for a bit along with y/n who was nervous about this plan.

‘ask mom for help? annabeth are you insane?’

‘i thought we didn’t ask for help?’ percy put his two senses in making annabeth look over to him. seeing they didn’t have much time for anymore conversations, annabeth ushered the group to begin walking.

‘come on; we need to keep moving’ annabeth spoke in a hurry.

grover placed percy’s other arm over his shoulder to help balance out their walk and annabeth stayed to y/n’s side.

just as they began to walk and y/n with annabeth failed to walk a bit and happened to stumble behind. echidna began screeching to the two girl who turned and started—couldn’t help—but listen. their expressions becoming more flat, a bit worried.

percy took a heavy notice of y/n’s absence and turned to see mainly her with a saddened expression on her face.

why did she look like that? what was she seeing? what was she hearing? his thoughts raced. seeming to focus on her rather than himself being poisoned.

she let her eyes widen and she snapped out of some trance along with her sister who gripped her arm—‘guys? did you hear that?’ y/n looked over to annabeth who nodded immediately.

grover and percy however?

‘hear what?’ percy asked her with concern. grover shook his head and y/n looked at annabeth who sadly looked down.

‘come on—let’s keep walking—go help percy’ annabeth told y/n who jogged to percy’s side and grabbed only his arm once more.

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as the group hurried their way around the people who were mindlessly talking with themselves—completely unaware of the danger that was happening for the demigod children. they kept turning around to make sure their backs were clear.

some people would momentarily look at the group who carried one boy who looked like he just seen a ghost as they had their wet clothes tracing the floor as they walked.

the four of them getting into the small sitting elevator, they sat down—‘what was that back there? what did you guys hear?’ he asked the two sisters, but his main eyes trained on y/n who didn’t say a word. annabeth doing the same , she found her pinky slowly reaching over to y/n’s.

she got the hint and fully placed her hand over annabeth’s. percy looked down at their hands and came with the conclusion.

‘she spoke to you two’ percy breathed. his body was cold, and wet. the poison doing nothing more and adding onto his weakness and cold body.

‘alecto did that with me. back in the museum back in new york’ he recalled. annabeth and y/n still not speaking a word, only looking down and blinking momentarily.

percy didn’t really want to admit but he was becoming concerned for y/n’s mind. what did she hear that was bad?

‘what did she say?’ he asked once more.

just then, annabeth looked up in a hurry and squeezed y/n’s hand who looked up as well—and there she was. echidna.

she stood over the small metal balcony with her moneyed baby right behind her.

just as the doors shut they saw the two horns. y/n let her eyes widen along with the rest of the group’s.

grover gulped but began to talk—‘was that the chimera?’ he looked over to y/n who place she head in her hands and held them their in stress—percy looking over with frowned eyebrows as his wet hair dripped into his eye.

‘i—i think that was the chimera!’ grover worryingly spoke. percy let his focus set on y/n who kept nervously looking anywhere but the group.

‘how did the chimera even get inside here? how did any monster get inside here—‘

‘y/n?’ percy breathed out, his worry building up on y/n who kept quiet. annabeth looked over at her sister who didn’t even look at her either.

‘we’re in a secretary, athena would have to let her in but why would she do that?’

‘y/n!’ percy called out to her once more. seeing her eye finally set up upon his own he hoped they could keep their eyes trained on one another.

‘what did echidna say to you?’ he asked—demanded and answer.

she worryingly looked back down before shaking her head a bit, biting on the inside of her cheek.

‘she said my impertinence ruined our mother pride. and that that, would be our doom.’ she looked angrily over at percy who shook his head.

‘impertinence? what kind of—‘ finally recalling. medusa’s head.

giving y/n the look of knowing she gave him a look as well as annabeth and grover watched them talk.

‘ medusa’s head.’ he nodded while y/n shook her head, a frown setting upon her features.

‘i embarrassed my mother…’

percy shook his head while trying to clear up his running thoughts—‘but—i’m the one who sent the head to olympus? i sighed the note—‘

‘and i went along with it! it embarrassed her…now she’s angry. because if your impertinence, and because i was dumb enough to go along with it, we won’t get any help, we won’t get an answer from her!’ y/n shouted to percy who shook his head.

‘y/n—‘

‘no! annabeth, he needs to understand this isn’t some game, this isn’t camp, we can seriously die out here, and he can’t just go around sending dead body parts to the gods just because?’ y/n stressed even more as percy nervously looked at y/n who avoided his eye contact once more.

‘guys…what are we going to do?’ grover broke the silence as they seemed to be near the top of the arch.

‘she isn't going to help us when we get to the top to have percy’ annabeth expressed to grover who cut her off—‘no i mean what are we going to do about echidna and chimera? they're going to be right being us,’ he exclaimed.

as the four of them looked at each other—percy hoping to catch y/n’s eyes but failed he looked down at the floor.

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‘we’re not going to have much time’ as the group let themselves out of the elevator, y/n getting out first to leave percy with grover and annabeth to help him out.

percy took a hard notice to this but tried to shrug us off—‘they’ll be up here any minute. and if our mother isn’t going to protect us, then we’ll just have to fight it out up here’ y/n finished as they walked up the short amount of stairs to the top.

once they did was when y/n lost her confidence for a second and saw a huge crowd talking among themselves with phones taking pictures and smiles on their faces.

and when percy, grover and annabeth were behind her, they saw the extent of trouble they were in.

‘oh no…we gotta get everybody out of here’ grover expressed with worry as he held onto percy.

percy looked to y/n who seemed to smile a bit with her idea.

running to the fire alarm she pulled it, setting off a loud beep that got everybody's attention.

as everyone slightly panicked and walked their way down the hall with the others, y/n placed her hand onto annabeth’s shoulder and ushers them along the hall.

‘you guys follow the group down the steps—‘

‘what?’ percy hurried to look at y/n who momentarily look at him then back at grover who spoke.

‘no, no—we—were not spitting up’ grover expressed.

‘grover come on!’

‘y/n i’m not leaving you here!’ annabeth spoke to her sister who gave her a sad look.

‘no… no no no no we’re all getting out of here together’ percy breathed out, hoping to get y/n’s attention. once he did he kept their eyes focused on one another.

‘we won’t make it! the chimera is a demigod killer! someone has to stay back to slow her down and buy everyone some time’ y/n walked with her hand on annabeth’s back while they walked to the steps with everyone going down in a hurry.

once they got to them, grover, annabeth and percy turned to y/n who stood at the door to make sure she shut it before they left.

‘okay—once you get downstairs you need get him to the river. and don’t stop. not till you get to hades. not till you have the hold, do you understand?’ y/n looked at the three before looking at percy, he shook his head in denial.

‘y/n you can’t just stay here and say that and expect me to listen—‘

‘do what i saw annabeth! just this once, okay?’ she pleaded. annabeth shook her head with a frown upon her lips, forever going the same.

‘oaky go!’ she heard the footsteps of the two right behind and went to shut the door only for percy to speak.

not wanting to let her go he quickly came with a plan.

‘wait!—‘ taking the pen that formed into a sword out of his pocket he held it to y/n who looked at it.

flipping it around to make sure the handle would be in her touch, he held it out to her and spoke once more—‘take this’ he held out to her.

as she went to reach slowly, he waited for her grip to hold tightly onto it—only then did he switch sides, pushing her into the room and closing the door.

‘percy!’ y/n yelled out to percy who made sure the door was locked.

‘percy!?’ grover yelled. the three of them baging on the door as percy breathed heavily, his body weak and pale.

‘percy no! don’t do this! they’ll kill you!’ y/n yelled her voice becoming louder but more weak.

‘posiden never helped me before. he wasn’t gonna start now. i would’ve never made it to hades. but you can. and now you will.’ percy talked to them before he walked away from the foot. their banding never stopping.

‘percy! please?! you can’t do this!’ y/n cried out.

walking towards echidna and the chimera who walked their way to percy who’s eyesight blur more and more. causing him to stumble and his weakened grip on his sword.

‘this is the end sweetheart.’ echidna spoke softly, her motherly tone never wavered. ‘don’t fight it. you’ll only make her angry.’ she warned.

as the chimera walked over to percy he held his sword up higher with determination in his eyes. the chimera began to growl as she went to open her mouth, inside a small orange and red glow becoming prominent, percy swung his sword at the leg of the chimera, making it rawr out in anger and slight pain.

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behind the door y/n banged harder and harder, hoping somehow he would come back and change his mind.

annabeth couldn’t watch her sister be like this—hurt, confused, mainly disappointed. turning sound as she reached into her pocket to grab her own sword that extended, she let it change its form into a smaller pick pocket knife.

‘you two! go now, go to the bottom of the steps and wait outside, police are bound to show up, so stay with them and don’t move! i’ll meet you down there with percy!’ y/n demanded her sister and best friend who shook their head.

‘y/n please—‘

‘annabeth! listen to me! okay? i’ll be okay, i’ll see you guys down there, go!’ she pushed them slightly as they looked at y/n once more who nodded to the two, giving them a slight smile.

annabeth gave one back as she nodded and grabbed along of grover, the two of them making their way down the stairs.

as y/n turned around the let her knife be placed into the middle of the lock, letting it extend, it did just enough to to break the lock and break the metal of the door.

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pulling and pushing its paw up, she pushed percy far into the metal railing of the side of the wall, making him fall and yell out in pain. the chimera snarling at percy. as she walked over to percy once more he laid onto the floor with weak arms and body to see it open its mouth and their in the pit of her throat, fire. being bubbled and arousing through the back of her throat.

‘percy!’ y/n yelled. he turned around immediately to see y/n run towards him and pull him out of the way of the chimera’s fire that erupted through its throat and mouth, spreading and melting the floor below. y/n grabbed ahold of y/n as she pulled him away form the fire.

his grip holding onto her to make sure she was safe and unharmed, y/n quickly checked over percy as he nodded slightly.

in the distance, echidna raised her hand and flexed it towards the floor before them, a huge gaping hole being torn open into the carpet and metal floor. the wind from the highness of the arch blowing into the faces of y/n and percy who held each other.

the chimera roared loudly as y/n went to help percy stand up the two for them made their way over to the chimera with their swords in hand, y/n made her way in front of percy who noticed this and tired to quicken his pace so that he was in front of her.

swinging her sword the chimera dodged it and hit y/n so hard she passed out right onto the other side of the hole.

‘y/n! percy yelled—‘ soon percy tried his turn only to be hit with the chimera’s horns. throwing him back in the walk and down the gaping hole.

the chimera seeming pleased, it walked its way along with echidna to see percy still holding on.

‘y/n! wake up—‘ he grunted.

y/n paid along the side of the carpet ground with her head pounding.

‘so unfair. you never had a chance did you?’ echidna looked down at percy who was praying to whoever that y/n woke up right now.

‘if only someone cared enough about you to provide you with one’ she tilted her head as percy grunted and held onto the metal plate that was the only thing supporting him right now.

‘y/n?!’ he called out once more.

just afar, she grunted and let herself slowly wake up. just as she looked over and grabbed ahold of her sword. seeing echidna shake her head down into the hole she stumbled her way up, the blood on the head running down her eyebrow and down the side of her eye.

‘percy?’ she looked and saw he was nowhere to be found.

putting up all her strength, she stood up and hit echidna across the back of her head with her sword making echidna help out, the chimera turning around to her mother to her y/n had yelled out—

‘percy!’ she yelled seeing him reaching out to her as he fell, she took her jump and went right after him.

the two of them falling down further and further, y/n stretched her hand far enough for the two of them to be holding each other's hand.

as y/n felt herself lose consciousness once more from her injury, percy gripped her hand even tighter, and just as he turned a bit from the air around them, he saw a huge water thing, coming right towards them.

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when percy came to. he was under the green water. the small fish and thing around him, he hurried his eyes and head to turn and see y/n not too far from him. her eyes still closed and her hair clouding around her.

swimming out and going to pull her up to the surface, percy felt himself and her go back down a bit—looking to see her foot caught and stuck around something that held her in place.

swimming down a bit to held her foot get unstuck he grunted and strained as the bubbles from his mouth started to flow and go up to the surface. pulling and pulling he suddenly saw something.

something glowing in the green water—‘you are frightened.’ it claimed.

blinking his eyes to see what it was he frowned, but kept pulling at y/n’s foot, his only priority was to get her out.

‘it’s alright percy. your father sent me to tell you, it’s alright.’ he paused a bit at this and looked over at the flowing glow.

‘just breath.’ she instructed. going to do so—he abruptly stopped and went back to pull at y/n’s foot. her head still bleeding and her body still unconscious.

‘your father is here, he’s always been here’ she continued to talk as percy pulled at y/n’s foot.

‘it’s so hard for him to stand back, to see you struggle. it is so hard for us all. but he’s here, and he’s so very proud. trust him. trust yourself. stopping his movements and looking over at the flowing glow, he held onto y/n’s leg who started to shake awake.

her eyes slowly opened and focused to see her and percy and somehow ended up into the water. she looked to see percy looking over at something, following his gaze she saw what he was seeing and frowned.

‘just breath.’ she told once more and when y/n turned down to percy, he breathed in and seemed to be breathing just fine under the water.

looking up at y/n he saw her holding her breath and went right back to pulling her foot with all his might, this time she was there to help. pulling up her foot, percy came with an idea, one that she definitely wouldn’t like.

going up to her, face to face, he placed his hand on her shoulder then soon her neck—if y/n couldn’t speak with her words, she definitely would with her expressions. with one that woke—‘what are you doing?’

he looked down with his eyes at her mouth and she immediately shook her head knowing exactly what he was implying. he looked at her and grabbed ahold of her cheek while she looked down to pull at her foot, her lungs burning and screaming for air.

percy gaining her attention, she blinked the water going in and out of her eyes and she held his eyes with her own. frowning she nodded her head slightly and let percy lean in under the water—his lips setting upon hers he breathed in his air to buy her more time. once they retracted, y/n and percy held eye contact before he kept his hand held on her own.

once he was down to her foot, he tugged as she pulled and soon she was free.

grabbing only y/n, the two of them hurried and swam to the top.

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when they got to the surface, they swam to the concrete surface and pulled themselves along the metal rails. y/n got the helping hand of percy who pulled her with the two of his hands.

‘your okay, are you okay? your okay, right!?’ percy rushed to ask y/n who caught her breath and immediately reached up to touch the blood and wound that happened to close up.

looking at percy who half his hand on y/n’s arm and neck he checked her body and she took note of how he was healed as well.

‘percy! i’m okay…im okay’ she soothed him as he slowled his movements and looked into her eyes.

‘you jumped after me…you followed me down not knowing what would happen—‘

‘how could i not percy! how could i not? you are so careless, reckless and so selfish to think nobody would think of you and how you could have died! you left me— us, behind in the staircase to go off on our own and save your mom from the underworld!? how messed up is that percy! she would want to see her son! not two kids who she doesn’t know!’ y/n percy in his chest who stumbles back.

he looked nervously up at y/n trying to grab her hand only for her to slap it away—‘your selfish, greedy, reckless and so so stupid percy jackson! and i’m stupid enough…’ when he heard this he looked at her from the ground to see her slowly shaking her head at percy who looked up at her with hope.

‘i’m stupid enough to be the idiot one as well and jump after you. and i’m stupid enough to have cared so much. too much about you. percy…you can’t do things like that…not now, not even. not as long as i’m alive.’ she felt her eyes water a bit with the amount of worry he put her through when she was behind that door and out of his reach.

percy took note to this and hurried to grab her up and hug her tightly. she arms immediately finding their way around his body and his wrapped along her body as well. the two of them held each other so tightly they forgot about the world around them.

when they let go from the hug that seemed to have lasted forever, sorry nervously laughed. y/n looked confusingly at him with a small grin on her face.

‘so…what happened underwater—‘

‘don’t!’ y/n placed her hands over percy’s mouth who smiled at her as she shook her head in a hurry, her cheeks seeming to redden.

‘y/n!’

‘percy!’ two voices yelled from behind them. the two of them turned around to see grover and annabeth running to them.

‘annabeth!’ y/n happily yelled. as they embraced each other, percy hugged grover who hugged him tightly.

‘your safe’ annabeth breathed out’—but how—‘

‘doesn't matter! what matters…is that we’re together, safe.’ y/n smiled as she turned around to grover and percy. her eyes lingering on percy a bit more which seemed to not go unnoticed by grover and annabeth.

‘come on! we need to get moving’ annabeth held her hand along y/n’s back who walked with her.

as they walked, annabeth and y/n talked amongst themselves while grover and percy walked.

grover noticed how percy’s eyes never left y/n’s form and his focus never left her.

‘so..’ he started. percy let his eyes linger but his head turn to grover before his eyes focused on him.

‘what happened under water?’ grover finished making percy abruptly stopped, pulling grover with him laughed.

‘what—how do you—‘

‘my ears hear many things dude’ he smiled at percy whose face was grew redder by the second.

turning to see y/n and annabeth still walking and talking he turned to grover, turning him around so their backs were friend to the girls.

‘under the water…i found out i can breath. but y/n was stuck so…to give her more air— i had to share my air—‘

‘so you kissed?’ grover interrupted making percy grow red all over—‘don’t say it like that and don’t let her you know! she’ll kill me…she also. happened to tell me she actually cares about me, a lot’ percy smiled at the recalling of what she said.

‘so…she basically confessed she likes you?’ grover added once more. percy looked to the side as he nodded slowly.

‘dude!’

‘grover please! don’t tell her—‘

‘i won’t i won’t!’

percy nervously breathed out before letting go of grover who straightened his jacket.

as the two turned around to see the girl waiting but still taking, grover turned it percy and yelled with a smile—‘so y/n what happened!?’ he ran over to y/n making percy run after him

‘grover!’ percy yelled.

#percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson x reader #percy jackson #percy pjo #grover underwood #percy series #annabeth chase #walker scobell

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luimagines · 3 months

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Ya know we have a lot of the chain ‘he realizes he’s in love’ but what about when he realizes YOU’RE in love with him? Maybe they catch you looking love struck at them, or a breathless praise cause he’s so pretty, just all sound saps

Sure thing!!

Masterlist

Part One will include Twilight, Four and Sky. :D

Content under the cut!

Twilight

Twilight was in the middle of washing some gunk off of his shirt down the river when he figured it out.

Granted, he was in denial for a good part of the week afterwards but he always got a little doe-y eyed in heart when he thought about it again.

He didn't think much of it when you were doing the rest of the laundry with him a little way away form him. Twilight was too busy trying to actually do a half decent job to notice it at first.

Then he looked your way, wondering if you were having as much luck as he was.

He wasn't prepared for the expression that was waiting for him when he turned.

Your eyes were soft, and your smile was so subtle that it looked as if you were viewing him for the first time with quiet awe and adoration. Your mouth was slightly open and your entire stance was relaxed and calm. The laundry you had in your hand was about to be taken down the river if you weren't paying attention.

His heart jumped to his throat and he suddenly felt self conscious that you were staring at him for who knows how long. He had forgotten entirely the task at hand. He wasn't expecting this.

Twilight felt his mouth go a little dry as he stared back at you. His face grew warm at the thought that you were looking at him this way. And what else would be looking at?

The only person was Legend, but he's behind you. And he's too busy trying to fix up one of Hyrule's tunics to pay attention to either of you.

Twilight feels his expression soften. Oh, how he's wanted to be the one who you looked at this way. Is real life? Are you really that enamored by him? Are his eyes deceiving him?

"Hey." He calls to you softly.

It seems to break you out of whatever trance you ended up in. You drop the laundry and you take a poor step back. Luckily you seem to catch yourself before you fall into the water but clearly you're more than embarrassed at being caught.

You're face goes bright red and you laugh nervously in an attempt to play it off.

Twilight's heart flutters at the thought. The tiniest light of hope shines through.

He winks at you.

You grow bashful and he think he might just have to talk some more when you're both done with your chores.

Four

It took him an embarrassingly long time to figure it out.

It was less him figuring it out and more so, someone telling it to his face. Directly. Bluntly. And it still didn’t click.

“They like you.”

Four just looks at them with wide eyes- no thoughts in his head. “I mean... I’d hope so? I like them too... You’re supposed to like to your friends.”

A small twang strikes him in the heart at his own words. He feels like an idiot for saying them anyway. Despite their truth, he wishes you would look at him in the way he looks at you. With tenderness and desire. With hopes and quiet confessions. With dreams and unspoken promises.

”No Four.” They grit their teeth, trying their best to remain patient. “The-want-to-hold-you-hand kind of like you.”

Four bite his teeth, feeling his heart start pounding in his chest. A soft blush comes over his cheeks. Wouldn’t that be nice? Just to hold your hand. He thinks it would be very soft. Much different than his callused hands from the forge work and his swordsmanship. “It’s not like anything is stopping them, right? I wouldn’t mind it.”

If anything he would quite welcome it.

“You’re so dumb.” They groan, smacking their forehead and dragging their hands down their face. “They blush whenever they see you! How do you not see that?!”

“What are you talking about?” Four rubs the back of his neck, feeling like he’s missing some very vital information.

“They love you!”

“Well I love them too!” Four starts to get defensive. “What does that have to do with anything?!”

“Not platonically, idiot!”

“Then in what other way-”

“They want to kiss you. They want to go out on dates. They want to get married and grow old and have a garden outside the house with a white picket fence- I don’t know!” They shout, all ounce of patience lost. “But so help me, we’re all tired of seeing you two dance around each other like awkward teenagers.”

Four clenches his jaw at that. “So what if we are? How can you just say-”

“They! Are! IN LOVE! With YOU!” They give up, grabbing Four by the shoulders and shake him with emphasis on every beat of their sentence. “GODDESS!!!”

Four is set back a few steps with the strength they all but launch him back with. Four only stares at them dumbly. The words take a minute to process through his skull. “...They do?”

His friend all but collapses to their knees with their hands grabbing fistfuls of hair in frustration. ”YES!”

The blush on Four’s face grows ten fold as he looks not to subtle at the direction where he knows you’re at. He hopes that you’re far enough away where this whole ordeal was out of ear shot.

“...oh...”

“YES!”

Sky

Sky wasn't sure what to think about this new development. Could he dare to hope? Would it amount to anything? Would he be at risk of ruining it all if he were to act on his suspicions?

You had begun to act more and more shy around him. Which... didn't work for him if wanted to spend more and more time by your side.

Sky was curious about your escalating change in behavior.

It was time to experiment.

He tried to set up circumstances that would get the two of you together and alone. Just so he could try little things and see your reactions. He wanted to have some sort of foundation for his suspicions and the confidence to be able to act on them.

A small brush of your hair here, nudging your hands together there- just little touches- little gestures. He brought you a flower. He saved you a seat. He'd compliment your appearance when he noticed you doing something new.

Sky tried to watch your reaction each and every time. You always seemed to be happier and you'd blush softly each and everytime.

It gave him hope.

It gave him the strength needed to not only work up the courage to do more and more for you but to do something about it.

Sky knew that the others were catching on to what he was doing. But no was willing to stop him, which only furthered his suspicions that you have somewhat reciprocated his feelings.

"Ok." You looked at the map in your hands. "If we went north then we can eventually hit the river, then we can gather up enough water for the group and maybe clean up some of the clothes that were damaged in the last battle."

"Sounds good to me." Sky grinned and put a hand on your shoulder. You bite your lip and blushed. With a small smile, you turn to him and fold up the map.

You provided him with the perfect opportunity. He leans in, kissing you cheek casually. "Let's go."

You tensed up, blushing even more.

Sky walks around you, keeping his hand on your shoulder. He smirks to himself and keeps walking. If he focuses long enough he thinks he can hear the way your brains fries.

He spins on his heel and tries to fix his face into a less mischievous look. You're completely red, but smiling to yourself.

Ok, yeah- he's not going to get smacked for that. He can live with this.

In fact- he's all for it. Rooting for you, even.

If you like him, then he can die a very happy man.

Part 2

#linkeduniverse #linked universe #linked universe x reader #lu x reader

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hellodarling1357 · 4 months

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Drunk Words, Sober Thoughts? (Cassian x Reader) - Part 3

Hello hello!!! Part 3 is finalllyyyyy here, I’m so sorry for the wait. It’s a bit of a filler chapter but the next part should (hopefully) be up soon.

Here’s a link to part 1 and part 2 ✨

Enjoy and let me know what you think 🥰

Word Count: 2.3k

Your feet stumbled as you came to an abrupt halt, unable to tear your eyes away from the pair walking along the other side of the river.

The male you had let yourself believe you had a chance with, and the female, Evalina, who was clearly his perfect match.

Cassian and Evalina had been together almost two decades ago before their relationship was ripped to shreds by such a monumental fight that no one had dared asked Cassian what had caused it.

Although you had been concerned for Cassian during the fallout, you couldn’t help the guilt-ridden joy that coursed through you at the thought of Evalina no longer being around.

It seems, however, you were wrong.

Embarrassment washed over you as you realised this is what Cassian would’ve wanted to talk to you about this morning; he was drunk and didn’t know what he was saying and, oh, by the way, Evalina is back in the picture.

“Y/N?”

Mor pulled you from your thoughts, her eyes tracking over to see what had you stopping, causing her to let out a sigh as she wrapped an arm around your shoulder and forced you to keep moving.

“Come on. Let’s skip dinner and get you nice and drunk.”

You wouldn’t argue with that.

*****

“Hello ladies, welcome, welcome,” A handsome fae male greeted as you stepped inside the cozy wine bar. “How can I help you today? Table for two?”

You let Mor answer and guide you to your seat, too caught up in self pity to say anything to the male.

“Now,” He said with a clap of his hands and a dazzling smile. “My name is Bryn, owner of this establishment and your server for today. We are fairly new here and are missing a few shipments so our drinks list is somewhat limited, but I’ll do my best. What were you both after?”

Mor shot you a glance but you were preoccupied with looking out the window, torturing yourself by trying to catch a glance of where Cassian and Evalina might have gone.

“Just a bottle of wine please,” Another glance in your direction had Mor adding, “And two shots of vodka”

With a chuckle, Bryn took your menus and promised to be right back with your drinks.

“So,” You glanced back at Mor as she spoke, knowing your face was the picture of misery but unable to bring yourself to care. “Are you finally going to admit to me that you’re head over heels in love with Cassian, or do I have to keep pretending not to notice?”

You let out a groan and placed your head on the table.

A soft “ahem” caused you to jump up, cheeks flushing, as you realised Bryn had just arrived with two shot glasses.

You gave him a sheepish look and muttered a quick “thanks”, kicking Mor under the table as she laughed at you and your clearly broken heart.

Downing the shot, you glared back at Mor before reaching across the table and downing her shot as well.

“Hey!” Mor grumbled as you slammed the glass down.

Before you could respond, Bryn appeared again, bottle of clear liquid in hand.

“Looks like you might need this,” he said as he filled up both glasses again. “It’s on the house.”

Mor quickly grabbed her glass back before you could finish both of them off again.

With a sigh you pushed your now-empty shot glass towards the middle of the table.

“Is it really that obvious?”

“Yes.”

“Does Cassian know?” If he knew it would make the whole mess of a situation so much worse.

“I don’t know, Y/N. But I’m not sure if—“

You were hardly listening to what she was saying as you replayed the past 24 hours and the emotional roller coaster you had endured.

“I feel so stupid,” Mor stared back at you in silence, giving you a small smile that encouraged you to continue. “Last night, once we got back, we were just arguing back and forth, just about dumb things, and then he said…he was drunk, really drunk, but he said he loved me.”

Two wine glasses were placed in front of you and you graciously took a sip, unable to bring yourself to meet Mor’s eye.

“He said he loved me, and…I don’t know, I passed it off as him being drunk and just being him. But then, before he went to bed, he said it again, and the way he looked at me…,” You let out a heavy sigh before taking another sip of wine. “I just feel so stupid for letting myself think, hope, that it was real and that he actually meant it. But then this morning he wanted to talk, and now that Evalina is back in the picture…” You trailed off, still trying to piece your thoughts together.

Mor was silent for a moment as she turned over all you had said. It didn’t make any sense. She had seen you and Cassian together, the way you looked at one another, the joking and back-and-forth banter, the way both of your feelings were obvious to everyone except yourselves. But maybe she had been wrong…

“It might not be what you think it is,” Mor finally said. “Maybe just give yourself a couple of days, get some distance from him so you can sort out your own thoughts. Then we’ll work it out.”

Giving her a small smile, you nodded in response before changing the topic.

“Enough about me,” A sly smile spread across your face. “Will your friend from last night be joining us at Starfall this year?”

*****

You didn’t need to try too hard at avoiding Cassian over the next few days. Despite the upcoming celebrations, your workload remained never ending, allowing you only fleeting greetings as you crossed paths with one another.

As luck would have it, the week before Starfall, Rhys sent Cassian to Illyria to look into some rumoured wing clippings that had started springing up across some of the smaller camps. Although you missed him and worried about your friend whilst he was away, you found a sense of relief filling you as you were no longer having to hide away to avoid him.

You knew you would have to talk it out eventually, but for now you let yourself ignore the emotional turmoil and instead focused on the upcoming Starfall celebrations.

*****

You were just adding the finishing touches to your makeup when there was a knock on your door, followed by Mor letting herself in, not waiting for you to answer.

“Hello to you too.” You smiled at your friend in the mirror as you swiped some blush over your other cheek.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes.” She greeted as she passed you a generously filled glass of wine before setting herself down in one of the armchairs.

“Says you, you look absolutely stunning.” Mor just brushed off your compliment with a wave of her hand.

“Well go on, let’s see the dress. Everyone will be arriving soon.”

Taking a sip of wine, you walked over to your changing room, haphazardly throwing your silk robe onto the floor as you donned your Starfall dress.

Despite yourself, and the whirlwind the past two weeks had been, you couldn’t help but look forward to tonight. The distance from Cassian had helped you sort through your racing thoughts and allowed you to compose yourself enough to act as though nothing had changed.

Cassian had been delayed at one of the war camps and, according to Mor, had only returned to Velaris a few hours ago. Having been locked away with Rhys upon his return to go over his reports, and then with you spending the better part of the day bathing and getting yourself ready, you were yet to actually see him.

With a sigh you brushed out the skirt of your dress before grabbing your shoes and heading back out to the main part of your bedroom where Mor was waiting.

“I told you it was the perfect dress.” Mor squealed excitedly at the sight of you.

Grinning back at her, you quickly slid into your shoes before doing a final check over. You could feel your nerves start to flutter at the thought of seeing Cassian again, most likely with Evalina by his side if the other night was anything to go off.

With a final deep breath, you picked up your wine glass and turned to Mor.

“Ready?”

“Ready.”

*****

The echo of music and excited chatter flowed down the hallway as the two of you headed towards the crowd. A quick glance around the room told you Cassian was yet to join and you felt your tension somewhat ebbing away as you and Mor headed over to where Rhys, Azriel, and Amren stood.

You lost yourself in the music and just being able to enjoy the night with your friends, your worries from earlier were long gone, the multiple drinks you had consumed definitely playing a helpful factor.

Noticing everyone’s glasses were getting low, you excused yourself and headed towards the bar to get the next round.

Patiently waiting for a tray of five glasses, you leant against the wall and watched the party before you in a contented silence. You would be lying to yourself if you didn’t admit you were also keeping an eye out for a certain red-siphoned Illyrian who you had yet to spot.

“Well you’re definitely looking better compared to the last time I saw you.”

You startled at the fae male who suddenly appeared by your side.

“Hi…” You trailed off, giving him an apologetic smile. He definitely looked familiar but you couldn’t place where you had met.

“Bryn.” He laughed. “You and your friend visited my bar the other week. Though I don’t blame you for not remembering me, seemed like you had quite a bit on your mind.” He finished with a wink at your clearly embarrassed expression as you thought back to your sorry state that night.

“Bryn, of course. How are you? How’s business?”

Shooting you another grin, he excitedly said, “Oh, it’s really great. Been pretty busy so that’s keeping me busy, but I do love it. We have a similar establishment in the Dawn Court but my partner is originally from here so we decided it was time to move back. Actually…would you excuse me? I believe one of the guests over there dabbles in the selling of fine wines…”

You blinked in response to his faced paced chatter and his sudden retreating figure, shaking your head a bit with a chuckle at what felt like the conversation equivalent of whiplash.

“Miss…” A voice called out, “Your drinks.”

Turning back to the bar, you hurried over for the tray, offering a gracious smile before heading into the throng of people to where your friends stood.

“Well you took your time, did someone catch your eye?” You rolled your eyes at Mor’s teasing as the others chuckled and thanked you for the drinks.

“Actually,” you started, giving Mor a dismissive look when she excitedly perked up. “Bryn, the owner of that new bar we went to the other week, is here, he was just telling me how it was all going. Here, someone hold this, I’m just going to take the tray back.”

You handed your glass off to Azriel before weaving your way back towards the bar. You waved at Bryn as you passed, who was now animatedly talking to who you assumed was the wine seller.

Movement behind you and the sudden call of your name had you looking around, your heart dropping as you were suddenly stood in front of Cassian and Evalina.

You gaped for a moment before quickly collecting yourself and plastering on a smile.

“Hi,” You greeted, hoping your voice didn’t sound as shaky as you felt. “You’re back.”

Cassian gave you a soft smile, opening his mouth to say something but Evalina cut in.

“Y/N, it’s so good to see you. Cauldron, it’s been too long, hasn’t it?” You stiffened as she locked her arm around Cassian’s, a smirk gracing her features. “Can you believe that I’ve finally found my mate?”

And there it was.

You felt the blood rush to your head, the surrounding sounds of the party becoming a distant murmur as your body tensed and eyes went wide.

Her mate. Cassian was her mate, and she was his, and…

“Y/N? Are you alright?” Cassian’s concerned voice had everything rushing back into focus.

You blinked up at him, cursing yourself for the burning sensation as tears welled in your eyes.

You didn’t know what to say, you should be happy for him, for them. But you couldn’t muster the energy to pretend anymore, not as you felt your heart break into a million little pieces.

Ignoring Cassian’s question and the bewilderment on Evalina’s face, you turned on the spot and walked away.

*****

Sorry… 👀

#cassian x reader #cassian acotar #rhysand x reader #azriel x reader #cassian x y/n #cassian x you #cassian imagine #acotar #acofas #acomaf #acosf #acowar #rhys acotar #rhysand acotar #azriel acotar #morrigan acotar #amren acotar #marley writes

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rougecreator1 · 26 days

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korra fluff 🥹🥹 i love my girl so much😔

Dining with the Rich

|| Avatar Korra x fem!reader

|| Warnings: none, just pure fluff

|| Summary: Korra finds reader hanging out by the park river and offers to take her on a nice date, it's been a while since they had the chance to.

Requests open!

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It was a peaceful day in Republic City.

You'd been enjoying your morning, laying by the park river and looking towards the sky with your arms folded behind your head. Feeling relaxed and at peace for the first time in a while. Being the Avatar's girlfriend meant you were always caught up in some chaos or drama that didn't originally involve you... but you somehow get dragged into anyway.

That's when you hear the sound of a familiar voice calling your name, propping yourself up on your elbows you turn your head and see Avatar Korra. Giving you that classic smile of hers you've come to love. A soft blush forms on your cheeks and you smile back as she waves at you, joining you by the river and sitting down beside you. Planting a soft kiss to your lips.

"Hey, you." She rests her hand on your knee," What're you doing out here? I've been looking for you all morning."

You lean your head on her shoulder, resting against her side and taking in her warmth.

"Enjoying the weather. You said you've been looking for you?" You couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at that. Was your peace really going to be interrupted by more Avatar duties again?

"Yeah, I've been thinking... it's been a while since we went on a proper date, unless you count fighting villains as a date?" Korra jokes, you roll your eyes and suppress a laugh.

"Absolutely not."

"Didn't think so." Korra gives you a playful nudge, which manages to get that laugh out of you. She smiles," Asami mentioned a nice restaurant that opened up recently and offered to get us a reservation. If you're interested."

"Oh, definitely. I'm not missing out on free rich people food." You smile back and Korra laughs this time, draping her arm around your shoulders and pulling you in close to her side.

"How about tonight, then?" She looks at you and you nod.

~~~

A few hours later, you were getting ready for your date. In absolute state of panic trying to make sure you presented yourself perfectly.

Jinora walked past your door (you have a room in the Air Temple) then stopped and back tracked, raising an eyebrow in confusion.

"Why are you so freaked out?" She asks, you jump and turn to look at her. Having been startled by her sudden appearance.

"I have a date with Korra tonight and I need to look perfect. Asami got us a reservation at some fancy rich restaurant." You explain, your hands making frantic gestures.

Jinora stifles a laugh and walks into your room, arms folded across her chest as she tilts her head at you.

"Korra's not going to care what you wear. I mean, have you seen the way she dresses?" Jinora reminds you, you glance at yourself in your body mirror. Looking over your features.

You'd thrown together a quick outfit. A nice black velvet sleeveless t (which showed a bit of cleavage). Paired with velvet black dress pants. It was the nicest thing you owned and you had saved an embarrassing amount of money just to get it.

"I know but the place is like- super fancy-" You stutter out, rethinking your choice as you bite down on your thumb nail.

Jinora rolls her eyes.

"If you aren't going to listen to my advice you're hopeless." She leaves you to fend for yourself, not wanting to deal with you if you won't even listen to her advice.

~~~

After another hour of fussing, you finally decide you were at least presentable. Taking a breath, you stepped out of your room and headed down the hall. Why was this all still scary? You and Korra have been on a number of dates. This one shouldn't be any different.

But it was.

Because you'd be dining with rich people. God, you just realized you didn't even know proper table manners. Like, yeah you knew how to behave yourself at a table but not rich people level.

Though you quickly relaxed remembering Korra was in the same boat as you. Even if she was the Avatar, her manners... could use a little work.

You made it to the first level of the Temple, Korra standing by the front door and waiting for you. Styled similarly to how she was during the last scene of the finale episode.

I couldn't find any decent pictures.

She noticed you and smiled, taking in your appearance with a soft blush on her cheeks.

"You look... wow. Now I feel underdressed." She looks down at her own outfit and you can't help but laugh, smiling and taking her hand in yours.

"You look perfect." You assure her, a blush on your cheeks matching the one on Korra's.

Korra gives you a soft kiss, though you don't let her pull away and instead continue it for a moment. Your lips moving against each others in soft, rhythmic motions before your lips finally part. Separated by a mere inch or so as you looked into each other's eyes.

Your hand squeezed hers and she leads you out of the Temple, heading to your date spot.

The rest of the night flows smoothly. The two of you enjoying your meals, having conversation after conversation. Talking about anything and everything from latest bending techniques to latest interests. The hours tick by and you haven't even realized how long it's been. Just enjoying have a night off to be with each other.

It was nice focusing on your relationship rather than the world.

#x reader #fem reader #wlw fiction #canon x reader #fanfic #avatar korra x fem reader #korra x female reader #korra x reader #avatar korra #legend of korra

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illubean · 2 months

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Can u write for Illumi who during the hunter exam gets a crush on reader who looks very delicate and feminine, but later he finds out he's a man?

(Insert clever title here)

Characters: Illumi Zoldyck Type: Oneshot, Male!reader

he dig also i couldn't think of a title for this one LMAO

Warnings: canon typical violence? also for the purpose of being "feminine" reader has long hair and wears a skirt i imagine reader being in eglfashion but you don't have to it was just the first thing that came to mind

Illumi wasn't too sure what it was but there was something about a certain contestant in the hunter exams that happened to catch his eye. Perhaps it was the way they looked so out of place, seemingly to dainty and delicate for an exam such as this.

You looked as though you should be home in your father's castle, reading in a garden or something. Maybe your elegance is what drew Illumi to you. Your long flowing hair and the cute skirt you chose to wear was something Illumi could appreciate, as he too liked to dress his best.

During the fourth phase of the exam, Illumi awoke from his slumber earlier than he had anticipated. Having nothing better to do, he decides to seek you out, curious as to how you've managed to hold up this long. To quell his own curiosity he decided to watch you.

From afar of course.

He sat high up in a tree and spotted you sitting by the river, watching the fish and how the water flowed downstream. This was a gorgeous scene to the assassin, though he could not explain why. Yes nature is beautiful and yes there was no doubt that you were easy on the eyes but there's no way that Illumi could be attracted to you, right? It's not a feeling a good assassin should have. So, ignoring the way his heart tells him to approach you and wanting to get to know you he continues to watch from above, boiling these feelings down to simple curiosity.

Through his observations, Illumi noticed something different about you. He had realized he's never once heard you speak and you were awfully flat chested for a woman. After some time he brushed these thoughts off, he hadn't spent any time close enough to you to hear you speak and your cup size was simply just none of his business. The faintest sound of rustling leaves coming from the bushes below caught both your and Illumi's attention.

You snapped your head in the direction of the sound just in time to see some rando jump out at you. You swiftly dodge their attack, hitting them on the back of the neck and watching them fall to the ground, paralyzed. You could only assume that they drew your number at the beginning of the phase. You had already collected all the points you needed, but decided to take any badges off of the person before you.

"I don't really need these, but you tried attacking me and I don't like that very much. And it was a lousy attempt at that," you scoff, standing up and holding the two badges you just pulled out of their vest.

Illumi both heard and watched the scene unfold, now knowing what your voice sounds like. Again, it was quite odd for a woman.

"Oh and you can stop watching me now," you speak up again, looking up towards Illumi's spot in the tree.

He was impressed to say the least. Managing to notice the eldest of the Zoldyck children was a feat of its own but you had somehow known since the beginning. Maybe if he was attracted to you, which by the way he totally isn't, it wouldn't be so bad. You could be a fine addition to the family.

Having been caught, he jumped down from his spot in the tree and stood to face you.

"Nice work. You took out your opponent with a single blow and managed to notice me despite my concealed presence," he complimented.

"I know my way around the human body. And as for you," you say, looking him up and down. "I just happen to be very vigilant."

Now that he had gotten a chance to speak to you and has seen the smallest glimpse of what you're capable of, Illumi decides to cut to the chase. Despite you being a complete stranger, he had deemed you worthy enough to bring you to Kukuroo mountain and watch your attempt at the testing gates. His mother would be happy to find out that he had found a potential suitor. If anything were to go wrong Illumi was confident that you wouldn't be able to take him on, let alone the entire family.

"Why don't you come back home with me after this is all over. Assuming you survive, of course."

Your eyes widen slightly at his straightforwardness before you let out a laugh and offer your answer.

"Sure thing pretty boy but there's one thing you should know first. I'm a man."

Illumi's brain flat lines at those 3 simple words and all he can let out is a confused "Oh."

Those weird things he noticed about you now made sense. This wasn't the worst thing ever considering he was already technically married to Hisoka(a man) for business. And from what Illumi can tell you're strong and have a good sense of fashion, meaning his mother would like you. The only possible issue in pursuing you was that the two of you probably wouldn't be able to have biological children.

While Illumi was having an inner battle, you caress his shoulder as you walked away.

"I'll leave you to think about that for a while."

A shock traveled down his spine as he stood, finally coming to a decision.

Fuck it, I'll make it work.

#hxh 2011 #hxh x reader #hunter x hunter #hxh #hxh illumi #illumi zoldyck #illumi x reader #illumi hxh #illumi #hxh fanfic #hxh x y/n #hxh x you #hxh x male reader #hunter x 2011 #illumi hunter x hunter

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farfromstrange · 6 months

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Lizzi's Kinktober 2023

Day 1: Praise

October 16th, 2023

Main Masterlist | Kinktober Masterlist (coming soon)

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader (It's mostly afab, but I used "good girl" twice)

Summary: Matt's silver tongue works best when it praises you while he fingers you.

Warnings: EXPLICIT SEXUAL CONTENT (18+ MINORS DNI), fingering, praise

Word Count: ~920

A/n: This is a short one, and a rather tame one, but I had a long day. I think it works well for the first day. These fics will get smuttier, hornier, and longer each day. This is just a small taste to get you started. Enjoy!

The room is filled with a cacophony of needy moans and heavy breaths. The bed creaks with every arch of your back. Sweat drips down the wasteland of your flushed skin as you try to squirm away yet push closer to the hands touching along the sensitive inside of your thighs, inching closer to your wet, needy cunt.

You’re dripping. It’s not like you want to be, but he is everywhere, and his lips are pressed too tightly to your ear, you can’t escape. You’re not sure you want to. You can’t hide the fact that the effect he has on you is quite bothering you because no matter how hard you try, he regains control every time you push back, and you are so vulnerable under his touch, you feel yourself floating away in a strange river that leads to neverland.

You love him, and you love what he’s doing, but you’re also stubborn. It’s in your nature. Though as soon as he’s got you pinned to the mattress, naked and dripping for him, with his hands everywhere but where you need him, you can’t help but falter in your stubbornness.

And your obedience always gets rewarded in a way that makes you want to do it even more.

“C’mon, sweetheart,” Matt’s hot breath tickles your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

He sounds like sin, yet the words drip like the sweetest honey from the tip of your tongue, and they inject themselves into your bloodstream. You can feel it pulsating in your core. You can feel your pulse and your breathing, and you can hear everything that’s happening yet nothing at all. His hands… oh, his hands. You can only focus on his stupid hands as they slide up and down your bare thighs.

When he finally slides a finger through your slick folds, teasing your clit with his index finger every so slightly, you let out another needy moan. You’re right where he wants you, on the brink of ecstasy.

“You’re doing so well,” he says. No, he purrs.

It’s hard to explain what his voice truly sounds like right now because everything is a blur to you, but it reminds you of toxic gravel that functions as a compulsion. He makes you shiver and shake. You can’t fight it. You can’t fight him.

It is oh-so good. Way too good. But you love it.

His tongue licks a long stripe along your neck, feeling your pulse jumping underneath. “You’re so beautiful. And so wet… All of this for me?”

You can’t help but reply, “Only you,” you moan.

Matt picks up the pace of his index finger, applying a little more pressure to the swollen nub. “You have no idea how good you smell. How you taste… How good you are. You’re so good, sweetheart. And you’re doing so well for me.”

The curse that passes your lips is weak, broken, and so loud.

His finger slips into your velvety walls. “You were made for me.”

If there is one thing Matt Murdock is good at, it is using words to drive you insane. He makes you feel good with his silver tongue, and he doesn’t even have to touch you with it. He knows how to make you squirm just by saying the right thing, by being so damn nice to you, by praising you in ways no one has ever praised you before; you eat it up every time.

You’re weak when it comes to him, but his words… his words always hold a special power over you, and everyone he comes in contact with. But especially you, when you are naked and vulnerable and writhing in his silk sheets.

It’s the middle of October, yet you’re sweating. You’re so hot and wet, and it feels like a million degrees inside.

“Let me hear you,” Matt whispers. In response, you let out another moan. “That’s it.” He chuckles softly, thrusting his finger deeper. He adds another one–his way of rewarding you.

“You deserve this,” he curls his fingers up, “All of it.”

You believe him when he says it. You believe that you deserve the pleasure he gives you. No one has ever paid that much attention to you before. Every time you’re with him though, he heals the part of you that got used to giving and never receiving. So, he takes his time worshipping your body, and showing you how versatile the subject of pleasure truly is.

“Are you gonna come for me, sweetheart? Are you going to give me everything you’ve got like the good girl you are?”

Your back arches into his touch once again, inevitably forcing him deeper. “I want you,” the words escape you, but you have no idea what you’re saying.

Matt offers a breathless chuckle, his free hand coming up to caress your head, your hair, your face, and then lastly, your lips. He kisses you. It’s a sweet kiss, sweeter than what his fingers are doing as they assault your g-spot, his thumb circling your clit–anything to drive you closer and closer to the edge.

He presses his forehead against yours. “You have me,” he says. His hand wraps around yours and he places it right where his heart rests. “You have all of me. I’m yours.”

You whimper. “Please…”

“Come for me,” he tells you again, “And I’ll give you exactly what you want. ‘Cause good girls get what they deserve…”

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jellieland · 1 year

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Gem Cleo watches Scott leave. He's throwing wary glances over his shoulder at the tower that has what looks to her like a big red curly moustache on it.

It's always nice to see him, and this is a bit different to their usual encounters, which is really refreshing every now and then.

She pulls out the pufferfish he gave her and smiles at it brightly. "Hey there little guy!" She says. It stares back at her with unblinking black eyes.

"Dunno if you can call me a little guy when you're on a team with Bdubs, but sure, hey Cleo!"

She startles slightly. It's Martyn. He's not actively stabbing her, and apparently they're allies, so she turns to face him without much concern. "Hello Martyn!"

He's leaning against the rocky wall of the clock tower. He grins at her, and for a split second, his gaze flashes over to where Scott is disappearing into the trees across the river. "You still remember that thing I told you about last time, right?" He asks, giving her a meaningful look.

"Oh, yes, of course, absolutely!" She nods enthusiastically. "How could I forget!" It's funny, no-one else has really prodded at the details of Cleo's, uh, "amnesia cold", as much Martyn, although he's for sure just completely making things up to ask her about.

He looks highly amused. "Right, right, good. Just checking."

He glances over at the treeline again.

"So!" He says, and it's so very casual that it's a little bit concerning, "Don't suppose you'd let me know if Cleo's listening along or not?"

"Martyn!" She exclaims. "I'm-"

"Yeah, you are Cleo, I know, I know. Just." He pauses.

There's something in his eyes, suddenly, that gives Gem the impression that if she says the wrong thing here, something will be lost. She can't tell what, or why, or how. But it's a feeling she can't quite ignore.

After a second, Martyn shakes himself slightly and continues. "Actually, you know what, it doesn't matter. I-"

"No. She's not." Gem watches curiously as he goes very still. "I'm gonna tell her about it later, though."

"Huh." He says. It sounds very nonchalant. "Right. Well. Don't suppose I could tell you a secret, then?" He gives her a conspiratorial look. "Just you, I mean."

Gem leans in a little, intrigued despite herself. "I shouldn't..."

"Oh come on, you know you want to."

"Weeeeell..." She jumps in place a couple of times, and then nods quickly. "Alright, go on then!" He opens his mouth, and she quickly raises a finger to point at him, narrowing her eyes. "But! If it's something Cleo would want to know, I do have to tell them. It wouldn't be fair otherwise."

He considers for a moment, and nods. "Sure, seems fair enough to me. Trust me, though, Cleo would not want to be bothered by this. They have better things to worry about."

"I'll be the judge of that!" She pauses for a moment. "Because that's me." Another beat. "Because I'm Cleo."

He chuckles. "Well, Cleo, I just wanted you to know that I get it now." He says, lightly.

A few seconds pass.

"Um. Ok?" She says, because he seems to be waiting for her to respond. "Uh, I mean." She goes back to her perfect and beyond reproach Cleo impression. "Right. I understand what you're saying completely, Martyn."

He raises an eyebrow, grinning. "Well that's impressive. And here I thought I was being pretty cryptic."

"Oh. Um, I mean, what are you talking about? Explain yourself!"

He laughs, expression almost nostalgic. "Ah, I just meant I get why you chose him, last time." Once more, he looks over at where Scott disappeared from view. This time, he doesn't look back.

Gem frowns a bit, and stays silent. It feels wrong to speak.

"I wondered about that a lot, you know." He sounds vaguely wistful. "But I get it, now."

There is quiet for few more seconds before Martyn looks back at her, and the spell is broken.

He looks cheerful. There's nothing in his expression to suggest that he isn't.

"I think it's mostly that you and him are the only two on the server who have the slightest bit of common sense, honestly." He says. Something suddenly seems to occur to him, and he snorts. "Pretty sure he's alright at math, too."

"Oh, really?"

"...You know, I'm not sure actually."

He meets her eyes. His are just starting to turn the bright red of danger, the colour creeping in at the edges of the blue.

"He keeps his allies alive." He says. "For as long as he can. Even when it hurts him. Wasn't even a choice for you, really, when you consider that."

There's obviously something here she doesn't understand, but what exactly it is she doesn't know. "Good for him." She says awkwardly.

"It's not, really." He says.

"Oh. Um. Bad for him?"

He laughs at that. "Sort of, yeah." He looks down at the pufferfish she's still holding. "Alright for you though, right?" Before she's decided how to respond, he continues. "I just thought you'd like to know that if I were you, I would've chosen him too."

Gem frowns at him. There's something here. There's something here, but while she can certainly guess, she just doesn't have the context to know what that something is.

She listens to the noises of the river for a while before she speaks.

"Are you sure Cleo wouldn't want to know that?" She asks softly.

To his credit, he does appear to consider it, staring out over the river and frowning slightly.

After a minute, though, he looks back at Gem and shrugs. It almost looks resigned.

"Cleo already knows." He says.

She opens her mouth, but he keeps talking.

"Plus she would not appreciate being reminded of how similar we are." He grins, his expression suddenly sly. "And anyway, I completely made all that up. That was a test to see how good you were at being Cleo, and you failed."

"Hey!" She yells indignantly. "What! No! That's so rude!" She draws her sword and he cackles, dancing back.

"Ha, you should've seen your face!"

She glares at him. "Why are you so good at acting, huh?"

He raises an eyebrow. "Aren't we all?"

"No!"

He snorts. "Yeah, I guess not. Just pure skill on my part, then."

Gem shakes her head at him, exasperated. How much of that was true, she has no clue. But if that's how he wants to play it, that's ok. "How about this: I won't tell Cleo about any of that so long as you don't try and mess with me again."

"What?" He gasps and claps a hand to his heart. "I thought you were Cleo!"

She narrows her eyes and raises her sword, and he hurries to continue, holding up his hands in surrender.

"By which I mean yeah, sure, sounds good to me am I right?"

"Good." She nods firmly. "That's what I thought you meant."

He nods back at her a couple of times, then starts to retreat towards the river, still facing her. "Well. See you, Cleo!"

"Bye! If you see Etho tell him to be afraid!" She shouts after him.

"Will do!"

And he disappears into the trees after Scott.

What an odd man.

She wonders if he knows that she wouldn't have told Cleo if he'd just genuinely asked her not to, without the deal or the confusion or the trickery. She's genuinely not sure if he realizes that.

She still doesn't know how much of all that was genuine.

She wonders if he does.

For some reason, she suspects not.

#limited life smp #double life smp #martyn inthelittlewood #zombiecleo #geminitay #scott i don't think is QUITE present enough to tag #but yeah i just find it interesting how he's teamed up with the person who his soulmate chose over him last season.#my writing

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letstalkaboutshtufff · 4 months

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Twisted Love Part 7

Loki x reader

Pairing: Loki x Wife reader

Warnings: Forced marriage, language, anxiety, panic attacks, if I forgot anything please let me know!

Summary: Loki finds out what you have been up to.

“I’m wet”

“…..”

What the hels did you just say…!?Out of all the things?!?

“Yes I can see that… and the reason you are standing here looking like a banchsnep is because?”

“W-Well um.. I was out taking a little walk and came across this poor creature clinging to a branch in the river…”

Lokis eyed widened and his head tipped towards you “River? Forgive me I don’t believe I quite heard you right”.

You shifted your feet, “U-um yes he was struggling in the river..” you said barely above a whisper.

“You- what were you thinking?!” Oh great, he was angry now. Dammit you didn’t think this far ahead, but it’s not like you could ignore a dying animal.

“I-I…it was going to die Loki…” you felt the corners of your eyes begin to burn. The adreline having worn off and now you were in trouble. Your body was shivering and you felt terribly exhausted.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous thundergapes river is!? Why didn’t you have your guard go rescue it? Speaking of I’ll need to have a word with your guard because clearly Asgards finest need a lesson on common sense”.

Your eyes shifted to the ground, avoiding his gaze.

You could feel the tension rise even more when it dawned on him why you looked even more ashamed. “You went alone?? Do you have a death wish?! Do you know how many dangerous creatures are out there-“ he was about to scold you even more until his eyes caught sight of a single glittering tear drop from your eye to the ground.

He sucked in a sharp breath. He was mad yes, more than mad actually. But he did not want you to cry.

He took a few moments to calm himself.

With a deep sigh he stepped forward, slowly this time and spoke in a softer tone. “Are you hurt?”

You shook your head. “Next time please be more careful, and from now on if you wish to go out no one is forbidding you but you shouldn’t go alone.” He said the last part with finality.

“I understand… forgive me”

He hated how saddened your tone was.

“As long as you understand there’s no need to apologize. I’ll leave so you can bathe.” You nodded shuffling from one foot to the other. He knew you must be freezing so he didn’t delay exiting the tent.

“Thank you Loki…” he paused opening the flap. He nodded simply over his shoulder and disappeared.

He felt better when you didn’t stutter.

A short while later you found yourself immersed in a steaming heaven. It was nice to draw your own bath for once. You always felt so bad when Adessa did it although she insisted on it.

After thoroughly cleaning yourself you slid on an emerald silk robe and called the wolf over to you.

He came bounding happily and you had to scramble back to avoid getting wet when he suddenly jumped in the tub.

“No wonder you were in the river you little fish, so brave hm?” You smiled scrubbing at his now bubbly fur.

“You know you’ll need a name? How about Baldur? Since you’re my brave little wolf.”

You continued scrubbing off the layers of dirt and grime and as you did your eyes began to widen.

He wasn’t a brown or gray wolf like you had assumed…

No, once you got past several layers of hardened mud you saw the pure white fur of a very special breed of wolf. And when you lifted its tail, your suspicions were confirmed…The very same breed this whole hunt was for…

Oh hels

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They wouldn’t hurt a cub would they? No surely not…

You contemplated worriedly as Baldur slept soundly in your lap. Silver tail tucked under him comfortably.

Maybe you’d have to sneak him back out to keep him safe but if he was all alone how would he survive?

Perhaps Loki could help, or Adessa when she gets back.

You thought back to when Loki was scolding you. You didn’t like making him upset. Actually you didn’t like making anyone upset however it felt worse with Loki somehow.

You were grateful he didn’t seem too upset after he noticed you crying, although you were a bit embarrassed to be seen like that.

You wondered how the hunt today went. It saddened you greatly that they were going to kill such a beautiful creature.

“May I enter?” You straightened up hearing Lokis slightly muffled voice outside the tent.

“Yes”. Loki entered swiftly, still clad in his armor and you felt guilty that he had to delay changing and cleaning himself because of you.

“Shall I draw you a bath?” Your old habits of serving slipped it seemed and you noticed the surprise on his face.

“There’s no need, I’ll call for a servant” you nodded, feeling a bit dumb you had asked.

He stepped forward eyeing the sleeping creature.

“How is the little runt?”

“He’s alright I think, after a bath and some food he seemed full of energy…Well before he wore himself out chasing a fly around the room and now he’s just fallen asleep.” You stroked his head lovingly.

“What do you intend to do with it?” He tilted his head.

“Well he was all alone, I don’t think he’ll survive if I send him back…”

“Do you wish to keep it?”

Your eyes shot to his in hope, “C-can I??”

“If you wish, I have no qualms. As long as the mutt stays away from my leather boots.”

You smiled at that.

“Thank you, I promise he won’t cause any trouble.” You move to stand off the bed to set Baldur on a pile of furs but cry out and stumble suddenly when you feel a sharp pain in your ankle.

Loki is quick to steady you with two arms firmly holding you.

“Easy, easy, here”.

You half set half toss Baldur on the bed and allow Loki to help you sit.

You panic slightly when you see him kneel on the ground.

“I-I must’ve twisted it or something, I’ll be fine“ you try to shuffle away but it’s not like you had much room to go.

You hold in an eep when he cups the back of your ankle and brings it up.

“L-Loki, really it’s fine!” You felt heat rush to your face.

“Some would say a bleeding foot is cause for concern..” he turns your ankle slowly looking at is from all sides.

“B-bleeding?”

He nods before releasing a sigh. “You probably cut it on the rivers rocks.” You felt a pang of guilt but that was quickly overtaken by curiosity when you noticed Loki’s fingers emit a golden light.

The stinging started to subside and within seconds the pain was gone completely. Loki conjured a roll of bandaged and for the millionth time that day you were taken by surprise when he wrapped your foot with gentleness you didn’t know he was capable of.

“Loki you don’t have to bother- I can do it”

His eyes snapped up to yours and you gulped.

“My seider won’t heal the wound however you shouldn’t feel pain from it any longer” you nodded.

He guided your foot back down before rising from the floor.

“Thank you…” you don’t know why….you definitely weren’t afraid but… your heart couldn’t seem to stop beating when your eyes met his.

“How was the hunt?” You asked as you soothed Baldur back to sleep.

“Unsuccessful unfortunately, I was hoping we would be able to get it over with sooner but perhaps we’ll have better luck tomorrow.”

You hummed in response.

You watched as Loki rang the magical little bell that summoned a servant and watched him conjure a larger privacy screen.

How lucky magic users are..

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Later that night Loki had gone out again somewhere while you sat contemplating what to do with Baldur.

The creature in question was currently entertaining himself chasing a little ball on the floor.

“Baldur shall we go to the grass for a bit?” The last thing you needed was him pooping on the furs. You promised Loki he wouldn’t be trouble after all.

You grabbed the biggest cloak you could find and snuggled him to your chest.

Quietly you lifted the flap of the tent, satisfied that no one was paying attention you swiftly made your way to a secluded spot behind one of the large carriages.

“Alright boy, go on” you set Baldur down and he tilted his head at you.

“Cmon use the grass… no not roll over…Baldur no come here look-*sigh*” this might take awhile….

Finally after Baldur got his fill of chasing a butterfly and rolling in the grass did he finally do his business.

“Good boy” you ruffled the fur on his head. “Shall we go now? It’s quite late, I don’t want anyone to worry.” You moved to pick him up when he suddenly darted away from you.

“No Baldur it’s not time to play- come here- no- agh- please stop-“ Baldur was having the time of his life with his front lowered to the ground and bum shaking thinking this was all a game.

“Baldur wait don’t go that far-“

*snap*

“B-Baldur!”

Suddenly the pup was squirming in the air being held by the scruff. The figure who held him stepped out of the darkness of the treeline and you felt a cold panic overtake you.

“Well well well, what do we have here?”

“L-Let him go Mathis...”

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Part 8

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bluegalaxygirl · 4 months

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Piece By Piece (Zosan X Reader)

Plot: After months of ignoring your parents letters you hoped they would give up on trying to see you but unfortunately they find you and try get be back into your lives again.

Warning: Bad language, abandonment and Fluff.

Inspired by Piece by Piece by Kelly Clarkson. Zoro X Sanji X Reader, polly relationship, established relationship, Reader is female. Kuina is a month and a half old, has Sanji's eyebrows and blonde hair but your eyes and skin tone. Just so everyone knows i'm still up and down with everything currently going on but if i get an idea for a short or a request for a short (E.G, 1 part story) then i'm happy to do it.

With it being a nice day you decided to take Kuina out in her pram, the island the Sunny docked on was beautiful, a large village with some amazing gardens. Sanji and Zoro came out with you but after a while of walking you decided you wanted to sit and read since Kuina was fast asleep and now would be the perfect time to finish the chapter you've been trying to read for almost a week now. Sanji was a little hesitant to leave you alone wanting Zoro to stay with you but luckily he didn't fight you on it, you know he's just worried, the cook didn't even like it when you started training with Zoro again after a month. Zoro didn't worry too much, he had his moments, but he trusted your judgment on what your body and mind can handle, the swordsman also had a knack for calming Sanji down when ever he was worried about you. So now you were sitting on a bench reading your book in a very beautiful garden area with fresh smelling flowers and a small river nearby with the light sound of birds chirping away. The Pram was in front of you, your foot propped up on the bottom to make sure it doesn't go anywhere while Kuina slept inside, the hood blocking her upper half from the bright afternoon sun. The time you spent there let you finish the chapter you were stuck on for a week and since the boys haven't come back yet you started on the next one. Checking on your baby once in a while and pushing the pram back and forth you waited for Zoro and Sanji to come back so you could head back to the sunny.

As you sat there though a strange pit formed in your stomach until someone spoke "Oh my gods she's so beautiful" A woman's voices calls out as she walks up next to you with a man by her side, you smiled at her despite the pit, you don't mind strangers complimenting your child since it happens all the time especially when Sanji is holding her but something was off about these two. Closing your book and putting it back in your back you grab the handle of the pram and pull it closer to you. "Thank you" You try to be nice but luckily for you the sunglasses on your face hid the shift of your eyes to look for anyone else or maybe even marines who might be hiding. The man sits next to you making you feel more uncomfortable but what made you finally get up was the woman stepping a little to close to your baby and reaching her hand out to touch her "Please don't" You try to stay calm as anxiety builds up pulling the pram away from the woman as you step back, You normally don't let strangers touch your child but something about this was different, you had a feeling you knew them and a need to not trust them. "Y/N?" The man stands seeming offended by your actions but you raise an eyebrow making the man sigh "Sweetie i thought you would recognize us?" The man places a hand on his heart his eyes softening. You shake your head and pull the pram further away from them wondering if you should make a run for it or not "Buttercup, its us" The woman's words make you jump a little.

Taking a step back as the woman steps closer your eyes widen there's only one person who calls you that, she wrote it in every letter too but you never responded. As you looked the two over you started to realize who they were and it made you feel hurt and angry all over again, after all this time they just show up? Your Mother and Farther left when you were little leaving you with your grandma to go on adventures and see a few islands. They said they would be back in a year but a year turned into two and then three and then four, on the fourth year, on your birthday no less, they finally sent a letter saying they won't be coming back since there's so much to see, it left you heart broken so you never talked to them again, and they never contacted you. Two months before you gave birth to Kuina they had started sending you letters but once you knew it was them you burned them not wanting anything to do with them, you didn't want them in your life, just like how they don't want you in their life. Pushing your sunglasses up you look over the two who smile at you as if nothing bad ever happened between you three "You look great, its so good to see you" Your farther steps closer but you take a step back making him sigh and look down with a sadness in his eyes, it made you madder though, why was he sad? he's the one who left you. Pushing your bag further over your shoulder you take the handle of the pram and start to walk off not wanting to talk to them but your mother gets in front of you her eyes filled with worry. "We're sorry buttercup, i know we left, and we feel horrible about it but... We want to make it up to you" Your mother bows as your farther does the same.

A part of you is happy that their sorry but you can't forget what they did. "I-I appreciate the apology but i have to go" You didn't mean to stutter as you spoke but you tried to get past them again only for your farther to now step in and place his hand on the pram, you yank it back startling Kuina making her cry a little. Stepping back more you reach into the pram and stroke her hair trying to clam her down "I'm sorry baby, its ok" You whisper to the baby girl feeling bad for startling her. "Lets talk about this, we're really sorry, but we want to be back in yours and the baby's life" Stopping in your tracks you look up and take your sunglasses off handing them to Kuina who's calmed down now and starts playing with them as you look up at the two. Anger burns hotter than ever in you and its clearly showing on your face now, they didn't come to see you because they care, they came because they want a grandchild "What?" You glare at the two, your voice almost like venom as you speak while your mother taking a step back and grabs onto your farther's hand who glares at you a little "First off don't use that tone with me young lady and s-" You cut your farther off by stepping closer and yelling in his face "I have every right to be mad at you. You can't just walk away and then show up when i have something you want" Your mother rubs your dads arm trying to clam him down since his face is starting to turn red with anger. Your mother soothes your farther who forces himself to look away from you and to the ground, a small sense of pride flows through you at his reaction but it also felt good to let some anger out after all these years.

"We did send you latter's, we have a house a few islands over, and we asked you to come and stay with us." You roll your eyes at her knowing those letters were almost like a book so there's no way that was just it. Stepping back to the pram you take the sunglasses off your daughter and make sure she's ok before pushing the pram to walk away again managing to get past them this time. "Where are you gong to go Y/N? You can't raise a child and be a pirate. Do you even know who the farther is?" Your mothers words hit hard and it shows on your face, wide eyes and gritted teeth as your hand holds the pram in a death grip, you wanted to tare into them but you didn't want to start a loud argument in the middle of such a beautiful garden, plus your daughter would get upset of you yelled. "Y-You disgust me, do you really think that little of me? I'm stronger than you think and i will never let you lay your filthy hands on my child. I burned all those letters you sent because i don't ever want to talk to you again" You turn glaring at the two with rage filled eyes that start to tear up, you couldn't help yourself now, the words just spilled out. "I have two amazing partners who love me and this baby more than anything in this world. We will never leave her like you left me, and she will never have to wonder her worth because unlike you, we're gonna put her first. They'll never walk away or break her heart, They'll take care of things, They'll love her... and They restored my faith, That a man can be kind and the father should be great" A tear slips out of your eye as your voice gets more and more angry but despite the hurt, sadness and anger you keep your voice down as to not scare your baby girl.

"Buttercup we're sorry, we never meant to hurt you or upset you, we love you" Your mother try's to take your hand but you slap it away earning a glare and an angry grumble from your father "It doesn't matter if your sorry, sorry isn't going to fix the hurt you caused and all of your empty words fall flat. I have something you want and now you wanna come back? I see your love isn't free, it has to be earned. Back then I didn't have anything you needed, so I was worthless." Placing a hand on your heart you try not to cry too much but you can't help the tears that fall, your farther growls again with anger while your mother garbs his arm to stop him form getting too close to you "We did everything we could for you, it's not our fault that we didn't have a life after you" You farther yells as your mother tries to clam him "It doesn't matter if you or your boyfriend love this child or not, what matters is can he provide for you two, he's a pirate and nothing more, this baby belongs with someone who can provide and by that i mean us" Stepping closer you body moved before you could, anger filling the slap you bring down on your farther "How dare you, you left me in pieces because of what you did, love is important and by boys, both of them will and have provided in every way. Piece by piece, They collected me up off the ground where you abandoned things. They filled the holes that you burned in me when you left and never came back. Unlike you two they never walk away or ask for money, they take care of me 'Cause they love me. Piece by piece, They restored my faith that a man can be kind and a father could stay." Panting you glare at the two, their eyes wide in shock at your yelling. You gasp when feeling a hand wrap around your waist and a solid chest press against your back along with the sound of Kuina crying behind you and a gentle shushing.

Sanji managed to get everything on the list but he was still looking around the market, they had some very interesting things and his mind went to you and Kuina, wondering if he should get you two something. He did think of getting something for Zoro who's walking behind him holding all the shipping bags, but he wanted it to be a surprise for later and couldn't really do that with the swordsman watching his every move. Sanji stops in his tracks as his eyes light up and his heart pounds, his cigarette almost falling out of his mouth as it opens wide in joy, Zoro almost bumps into the cook because of the sudden stop grumbling a little but stops when seeing Sanji run off to a stall nearby. With a sigh and a small smile the swordsman walks over to the stall full of baby cloths but had his eyes on the cook who had hearts in his eyes as he picks up a small chef's hat "Zo look... its so cute" Sanji smiles wide while holding up the tall hat, Zoro chuckles and looks it over giving him a nod "You want it?" putting the shopping down the swordsman goes into his pocket to get his wallet out but the cook stops him placing a hand on his "I got it, i was planning on getting Y/n something too" The blonde smiles paying for the small hat that the lady wraps up nicely for them and puts it in a bag "Have a nice day" The lady smiles at the two was they walk off, holding the shopping again Zoro follows Sanji down the path looking at the market stalls that they pass by "Happy?" The swordsman asks seeing Sanji's eyes almost like hearts as he holds the small bag close.

The cook turns and holds onto Zoro's arm as they walk giving the swordsman a nod "Very" Sanji leans over taking the cigarette out of his mouth so he can place a a kiss on the green haired man's cheek earning a hum of content form the man. "What about those?" Zoro asks stopping next to a big flower stall and spotting your favorite flowers, Sanji looks them over checking to see if their good quality or not before nodding and getting 6. The man nods and wraps them up into a nice bouquet along with a ribbon and bow, the cook pays for it and holds them close before walking with Zoro again "we should head back to Y/n" the swordsman sighs feeling tired after all the shopping but the blonde looks over at him while putting out his cigarette and throwing it away "i was hop-" The swordsman bumps shoulders with Sanji earning a glare from the cook but Zoro shrugs it off knowing what's going through that blonde head of his lover "Don't get me anything.... I already have everything i want" Sanji blushes hard at the comment gripping the gifts in his hands tighter not really knowing what to say, The swordsman laugh a little and steps closer placing a kiss on the cooks lips snapping him out of what ever world he was in "Come on love cook" Somehow the blush on Sanji's face grows brighter, but he links arms with the swordsman and starts walking to the garden your in.

Reaching the edge of the garden its seems so beautiful and peaceful until they hear your voice yelling, at first they couldn't make out what you were saying but as they both ran to get to you they heard every word. Turning the corner the two see you yell at a man and a woman while you stood in front of the pram where Kuina was crying since your voice was angry and loud. Running over Zoro drops the bags next to the bench before wrapping his arm around your waits and pulling you into him while the other takes your slightly red hand. Sanji puts the stuff down on the bench before reaching into the pram and taking Kuina in his arms "Shhhhh its ok" The cook soothes while rocking his daughter slightly trying to clam her down. Zoro feels you relax into him the swordsman let's go of your hand to wipe some tears form your face before looking at the two in front of you with an angry glare. "You ok baby?" Zoro asks his eye shifting to you as he speaks but shoots back to the two in front of you as the man goes to step closer, you stutter trying to speak as your mind races. "Y/N, buttercup" Your mother steps closer but feeling you press into him Zoro pulls you away keeping you in his arms and turning you away from them your eyes now being forced away from the two. It calms you down enough to take notice of everything going on and gives you a chance to calm down, "I'm sorry" you whisper seeing Kuina starting to calm down in Sanji's arms.

The cook steps closer placing a hand on your cheek as Zoro lets you go to stand between the three of you and the two strangers "It's ok love, she's ok" Sanji smiles handing Kuina to you, holding your baby and seeing her calm now made you feel a lot better but you still felt bad for making her cry "I'm sorry for the trouble we caused, we just wanted to see our grand-baby... we didn't realize our daughter would snap like that" Your mothers smiles trying to be friendly but Zoro crosses his arms over his chest clearly not happy but the woman either doesn't care or doesn't notice. "Their your parents?" Sanji asks placing an arm around you holding you close to his chest since you still seem upset, you nod placing your head against the cook's chest trying to take calming breaths, you wanted to talk, tell your parents to go away but for some reason you couldn't. You never talked about your parents only your grandmother, you just said you didn't know them but after what the two boys heard you say it sounds like they just walked out on you. "So which one of you is the farther?" Your Dad asks crossing his arms over his chest while glaring at Zoro who was glaring right back "That's none of your business" The swordsman grows picking up the shopping bags and walking over to you and Sanji "wanna go back to the ship?" The green haired man asks earning a nod from you in response "Wait, can we at least hold her, just once?" Your mother begs stepping closer only for your angry eyes to meet hers, the look alone was enough to tell her to get lost.

Your parents let you all leave and head back to the Sunny, it was a relief that the fighting was over but you still refused to talk, you were scared if you opened your mouth again you'd yell and scare Kuina again. You also didn't want her out of your sight so you sat at the counter in the kitchen drinking some tea Sanji had made for you while Zoro slept on the sofa in the room. The cook hummed as he cooked getting everything ready for dinner while Kuina was asleep in her basket on the counter close to you so you could see her. While cutting up vegetables and once in a while steering the soup he was making, Sanji would look at your blank face, he didn't know what to do or say to help, he'd tried talking to you, giving you praising words and loving hugs and kisses but you seemed distracted your eyes fixed on the basket or on your cup of tea. Your both brought out of your thought's by Kuina crying, you go to stand but Sanji whips his hands clean and picks the little girl up holding his daughter close to his chest "Don't worry love i got her... Shhh, baby girl, you hungry?" Sanji asks hearing the little blonde girl crying as she grips onto his shirt, sitting back down you let out a sigh knowing it's a cry of hunger and not a cry of distress. With a small smile the cook heads over to the fridge and gets some cold breast milk out before turning on the kettle and getting all the stuff out for her bottle all while trying to sooth the little girl in his arms. "Hay she ok?" Zoro asks looking tired as he walks over to the counter and placing a hand on your lower back in comfort.

Sanji nods and walks around the counter handing Kuina over to Zoro who smiles at his baby girl while holding her close "Yea she's just hungry, you mind feeding her?" the cook asks earning a nod from the swordsman who places a kiss on the slightly crying baby's head, as Sanji goes back to making a bottle you reach your hand up and lightly stroke the blonde girl's hair. The cook tests the temperature of the milk before putting it in the bottle and handing it to Zoro who starts feeding the little girl "You ok Love?" Sanji walks around to hold you from behind seeing your eyes fixed on your daughter as Zoro leans against the counter. "Yea... just i don't know" You sigh as your voice comes out in a whisper wanting to forget that today even happened but it won't leave your mind. Sanji smiles a little at hearing your voice, even though it sounded sad at least your actually talking now "Do you want to talk about it?" the cook asks placing a kiss on your shoulder as your hand runs over his arm thats around your waist, a part of you didn't want to tell them but you hate hiding things form them and you know they'll just worry if you tell them to forget about it. With a sigh you tell the two about your parents, how they left you and never came back even though they said they would. You told them about the letters they sent you while pregnant and how you burned them hoping to never see or talk to them again, then today happened and even though you tried to get away they kept stopping you trying to come back into your life all because they wanted a grandchild.

Zoro sighs looking down at his daughter slightly rocking her as she eats, her cute chubby face and her tiny hands that try and grip onto the bottle, he couldn't imagine doing any of that to his little girl, so he didn't understand why your parents did that to you. Sanji understood being rejected by family but what hurt was that your parents gave you no reason, they just left you to have fun. "I shouldn't have yelled" you sigh looking at Kuina who was just finishing her bottle, you hated scaring her and making the situation worse. Putting the empty bottle aside Zoro grabs a towel throwing it over his shoulder before bringing the fussing baby up and patting her back "You had every right to yell, I think Kuina was more worried than scared" The swordsman smiles at you seeing you relax a little at his words, Sanji pulls away from you and turns the stool your sitting on around so your now facing him, the cook runs his hand over your cheek before bending down and placing a soft kiss on your lips. "We heard what you said, It was beautiful. I love you Y/n" Leaning up you lightly kiss the cook a few times while cupping his face feeling the love he has for you, pulling away you run your thumb over his cheek "I love you too, Sanji" with a smile you stand and hug the cook who gladly hugs back. Zoro smiles at the two of you before putting Kuina in her basket again watching her eyes start to close as she gets tired.

Sanji pulls away and places a kiss on your forehead "i almost forgot, We got you and Kuina something" The cook laughs a little before going over to the pram in the corner. Zoro steps closer and places a hand on your back getting your attention "I love you baby" his other hand goes to your cheek pulling you into a kiss which you gladly accept while wrapping your arms around his waist. "I love you too Zo" You whisper against his lips before going back in for another kiss, Sanji grabs the flowers and gift bag before walking back over. The swordsman pulls away while placing his hands on your waist and spinning you around to face Sanji who holds out the bouquet of your favorite flowers too you "Oh my gods" You whisper trying not to yell in excitement while taking the flowers and holding them close to your chest "Thank you both... What's this for?" You ask after having a sniff of the flowers and running your fingers over them, Zoro laughs and pulls your back into him while kissing your shoulder "Its Sanji's idea" The swordsman would love to take credit, but he couldn't with how Sanji looked, his eyes almost heart like as he watched your bright smile light up your face. "We don't need a reason love and Zo found the flowers" The cook steps closer placing a kiss on your cheek which you lean into, your eyes soon spot the small bag in his hand wondering what it as Sanji moves to Zoro placing a light kiss on his lips "Is that for Kuina?" You ask trying to work out what might be in it while Zoro laughs returning the cooks kiss before the blonde pulls away and smiles wider while swaying a little.

Taking it out the bag and unwrapping it Sanji could hardly contain his excitement "i'm sorry my love i couldn't help myself" opening the paper you can't help but feel warmth run through your heart at seeing the tiny chefs hat for your baby "Oh Sanji, its so cute.... Kuina gonna look so cute" You giggle just thinking about it is making your cheeks go red, Zoro finally looks up form your neck and peeks over to Kuina seeing her awake, which was surprising since she normally sleeps after a bottle "Well she's awake sooooo" The swordsman knew he wouldn't finish his sentence before the two of you were over by the basket fawning over the baby girl while Sanji put the hat on her head "Oh my little angles so cute... you wanna help daddy cook?" Sanji asks picking the baby up and holding her in his arms, you place your flowers down on the side and adjust the hat while kissing her cheek before letting the cook take her round to the kitchen. You knew she would be fine since Sanji's always careful when Kuina's in the kitchen, he holds her with one arm as he steers the soup and puts the lid on it before showing her a tomato which she tries to grab. Zoro rests his head on your shoulder while wrapping his arms around your waist again watching his daughter and cook in the kitchen "We'll never leave you or Kuina. I promise" The swordsman places a kiss on your cheek feeling you lean into him and take his hand in yours "I know, Your both so amazing... I'm so lucky"

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eeveebitches · 7 months

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phone. || Roman Roy || smut

Pairing: Sub!Roman Roy x F!Dom!Reader Summary: You and roman talk over the phone, stuff happens along the way

Word count: 2.115

18+ only! More under the cut,

Warning(s): SMUT, aka 18+ only! Sub Roman, degradation, pillow humping, phone sex, implications of jealous/possesive roman

A/n: as DJ Khaled said, "another one."

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It's unusually dark in Roman's apartment.

You squint your eyes, looking around for any sign of him, hand busying itself to locate the light switch. "Romes?" There's no reply, and as you finally manage to switch the lights on you realize he isn't here. The shoes he usually keeps sprawled by the door are missing, as well as the scarf you had given him for his last birthday.

You shrug off your jacket and hang it, noticing how Roman's lighter jacket seems to be missing as well. Cautiously, you walk around the empty space. You take note of the way he left his cologne on the coffee table without its cover, and as you go to his bathroom you see his aftershave is uncrewed, too. He was clearly in a rush.

His bed is messy, as it always is when he's left to deal with tidying the sheets himself. You chuckle at the shirt of yours peaking out from under his pillow. It takes a lot of mental strength for you to not snap a picture for future teasing material, and instead kick your shoes off.

His scent surrounds you as you nuzzle into his goose feather sheets. The scent is sharp, and woody, and clearly trying too hard to be noteworthy. But deep in those harsh, overpowering scents of desperation, you smell the chamomile from the 'calming room sprays' he always claims to be buying ironically. You also smell your own perfume, and with enough focus you can even smell hints of the vanilla of the soaps you use.

The sudden ringing of your phone startles you. You fumble a bit trying to remove your phone from your pocket, smiling as you realize it's the tiny devil himself calling.

"Romes?"

"Don't 'Romes' me, where in shit's name are you?" he immediately grumbles out, not giving you a second to trade simple formalities.

You can't help but laugh at him. "And hello to you, too. What do you mean, 'where am I'? Where are you?"

He groans, then mumbles something far too incoherent for you to pick up over the phone. "Uh, at your fucking apartment? Did you seriously forget about me that fast? I'm seriously regretting hooking you up with that new job, since you're now apparently too cool for little ol' Romes." After a few seconds of processing his words, you frown. "Wait, what? You're at my apartment?"

"Okay, yeah, you totally forgot, and I just embarrassed the fuck out of myself for breaking and entering. Nice knowing ya, I'm gonna go jump into a river or some shit," he mumbles underneath his breath. Even through the phone you can tell he's pacing around. "Can you even swim?"

He scoffs at that. "The fuck kinda question is that? You don't ask a guy about to take a cyanide pill if he's well versed in medicine, do you? Twisted bitch." Your frown deepens the more you listen to him. "Roman, we were supposed to meet at your apartment, you do remember that, right?"

It's completely silent on the other end of the line for a few seconds. Then, "Oh fuck off, you are not at my apartment right now. Just admit you forgot and let me go cry-jerk myself to sleep in your bed," he huffs out, trying to fight back the strain in his voice.

"Romes, I'm laying in your bed right now." He laughs at you, clearly doubtful, but as he quiets down you get the feeling he's starting to believe you.

With his phone tucked between his shoulder and his ear, Roman looks down at the pillow of yours he's holding. It's a long one, for your neck or something, and he relishes in how much it smells like you. "So what, we're at each other's apartments, laying in each other's beds, like total fucking idiots?"

You can't help but snort at that. "You're the idiot, since I'm at the right apartment. Also, way to go snitching on yourself. You better have removed your shoes before getting in my bed," you say, tugging at a bit of string connected to one of Roman's pillows.

"Yeah yeah, my shoes are off. I am gonna piss on all your furniture, just so you know. I need to mark my territory as the alpha and all that," he jokes, swiftly unzipping and shuffling out of his pants. "Oh, I'm also gonna sleep here because I can't be fucked to call someone to drive me back. Your bed is comfy as shit, anyway."

You let out a humored chuckle, quickly putting the phone down and removing the top layers of your work clothes to leave yourself comfortable. The sound of his voice is small, so after getting settled back in you grab the phone and place it right next to your head.

"Sorry, was getting comfy, what's up?"

Roman lets out a low whistle. "So basically stripping naked? That's hot. You should take pictures of your boobs or something and send them to me," he says, his clutch on your pillow growing tighter as he continues, "we could have hot and heavy sex over the phone, like they did in the 60s when FaceTime and pocket pussies weren't a thing."

"I'm down if you are," you reply as casually as you can, despite the fact that the idea of it excites you. Roman seemingly chokes on his own spit at that, coughing for a few seconds. Ad he clears his throat, he awkwardly unbuttons his blouse as he keeps the phone flush against his ear.

"Oh yeah? What're you wearing, then?" he asks in a try-hard sultry voice. It's hard not to laugh at that, but you manage. "A 17-inch strap on with LED lights, what about you?" Roman lets out a forced moan in reply. "God, that's fuckin' hot. I'd see my insides glow all kinds of pretty colors and shit," he forcibly continues moaning out.

With his blouse fully unbuttoned he shuffles it off, ignoring the fact that he somehow is already getting riled up. Maybe it's the fact that he's surrounded by your presence, or maybe it's the fact that your voice is dangerously near your ear.

Whatever it may be, it makes him move a shaky hand down to his length, applying a singular squeeze to himself and fighting back the hiss he wants to let out. "Seriously though, can you at least try to hide the fact you smell my shirts while you sleep? They're just sticking out," you chuckle out, tugging at the shirt you had previously spotted.

The silence on his end is oddly tense as you fully pull the shirt out, and you quickly realize why.

"Roman... do you actually cum on my clothes?"

He lets out a quiet 'fuck', keeping a solid hold of his cock through his underwear as he realizes he's been caught. "Shit, I-- yeah, I do, sometimes," he weakly stutters out. You tut at that, heat pooling in the bottom of your panties. "So, what, you jerk off sniffing it and thinking of me, or...?"

Roman's breathing slows, turning into weak pants that you can pick up on your end. "I, uh, yeah." A devious grin tugs at your lips as you shimmy yourself to a more comfortable laying position.

"What do you think about?" It's a simple question, really, but the way Roman gasps through the phone makes it worthwhile. "I dunno, just-- fuck, things," he struggles to groan out as he rolls to lay on his side, the pillow he was clutching automatically slotting between his legs.

His cock throbs with need, but something about using your pillow seems too much, even for him. Your shirts, and the occasional pair of underwear were one thing, but your bed felt so clean. Roman didn't want to be the one to make it-- make you dirty.

"Do you think about me touching you?" You hear him mumble out a small 'yeah' in response. You respond back with silence, quietly urging him to keep talking.

His clutch on your pillow tightens, knuckles turning white. "I think about you hugging me, 'cuz you always do when you see me," he whines out, as he continues fondling himself with his one hand while the other keeps its hold on the pillow. "You always, uh, squeeze? And you just smell really good, which is nice, I guess."

"Is that all?" You smile at the whine Roman lets out. "Whatever, I like other shit, too," he mumbles out, trying his hardest to practice restraint.

"What's 'other shit'? Like last week at that fundraiser in the closet, did you like that?" you coyly ask him. The drawn out moan he lets out at the memories is like musicto your ears. "Uh-huh," he weakly moans out, the muffled sound of fabric shuffling causing your mind to race with thoughts of what he's doing.

Roman's hips start a hiccup-y rhythm, attempting to grind into his own touch as he thinks of that night. You had toyed with him all night, dishing out casual yet flirty touches to whoever was there, shooting him a wicked grin any time he caught sight of it. When he had dragged you into a closet to try and stop your little show, you had demanded he went on his knees and apologized for his behavior.

By the end of it, Roman was a sweaty mess as he ground against your leg, trying desperately to keep quiet as you taunted him. Just thinking of how nasty you were to him that night, despite you gracefully letting him use you to get off, sends his head reeling as he gasps at his own touch.

You snicker at the desperate noises he's making. "Are you touching yourself Roman? In my bed of all places? You have no shame, do you?"

"None," he whimpers out, pulling down his drawls to let his reddened and leaking cock spring out, smacking against his stomach. "Are you using your hand to get off? You sick, fucking puppy?" Roman groans out a quiet 'yes' as he carefully strokes himself at an unsteady rhythm. "I w'na use your pillow, can I-- fuck, can I please use y'r pillow?" He gasps out deliriously.

The shocked laughter you let out through the phone is genuine as you realize he's really into this. "Seriously? How fucking disgusting can you be, asking for my pillow? Was using my clothes to jerk off not enough for you, creep? Go ahead and use it if you're really that much of a degenerate."

He immediately places the pillow on the bed and goes to lay on his stomach, moaning as his dick makes contact with your pillow. He doesn't waste any time, immediately picking up in thrusting speed as he revels in the friction the pillow gives against his cock.

"Oh my god, you're actually doing it. Rutting into my pillow like a dog in heat, absolutely fucking revolting," you hiss against your phone, "y'know I have cameras in my room? I could easily send everyone you know the footage of you fucking my pillow like a flithy pervert. You'd like that, anyway, freak."

Roman's moans grow louder by the minute, every one of your poisonous words shooting straight to his cock. "Fuck, 'm close," he groans out, sweat rolling down his forehead as he desperately chases his release. "Are you seriously going to cum on my pillow, Roman? You're a genuine embarrasment, god."

His breath stutters before he lets out a gutteral moan, ropes of cum shooting onto your pillow and most definitely permanently staining it. "Jesus fuck, Roman, you're a legitimate freak," you giggle out through the phone as he slowly comes to, pants coming out muffled as he buries his head into the unused pillows.

"What the fuck, man," he groans out, phone still held against his ear. You let out a chuckle, glancing at the time on your phone and realizing it's gotten quite late. "You doing okay, Romes?"

He lets out muffled noises of confirmation. "Yeah, just fuckin' tired now. Thanks for the, uh, phone sex. It was great."

"Go clean yourself up, Romes. And just put the pillow somewhere in my bathroom, I'll take care of it." He lets out a small whine, awkwardly tucking himself back into his underwear before shuffling to your bathroom. "You're legit going to be the reason I die an early death. I'm gonna fucking, cum my brains out or some shit," he mumbles out as he drops the used pillow on the ground, grabs some wipes and cleans himself up a bit.

"Sounds like a great way to go out," you hum out in reply.

"Of course you'd think that."

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youunravelme · 7 months

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congrats on 1k!! your writing is one of the best i’ve ever read, you deserve all the love you’re getting and more 🥹 could you please write something with jealous barzy? you can write it however way you want!

thank you so much anon!

i just love jealous barzy! so i'm SO glad you requested! (plus i've had an ask in my inbox asking for a jealous barzy and i never got around to writing it, so to that anon, i'm sorry! i hope this makes up for it!)

why was he so irritated? you were his, he posted you on his instagram for fuck's sake. there was no doubt about it. and even if there was any confusion on your relationship status, the giant rock on your hand said enough.

so why was he so bothered by you talking to hischier on your way back from the bathroom?

first of all, hischier shouldn't be on the hudson river. sure, the devils played at ubs that night, but he should've gone back to his side and found a bar in new jersey.

or literally any other bar.

second of all, hischier was a nice guy, mat could admit, he might've even been a little funny. but mat was positive that he wasn't funny enough to warrant the way you were throwing your head back and laughing.

it shouldn't have been that big of a deal, he had just gotten a hat trick that night, he scored the game winning goal. he should've been fine. but all he could think about was why you were laughing at hischier's joke instead of kissing him.

"you look like you're gonna kill the kid," bo horvat came up behind him and clapped mat on the shoulder.

mat rolled his eyes and shrugged the man off. "i'm fine."

"if you're so worried about it, which you shouldn't be, go get your girl. i'm sure she'd be happy to see you."

he almost didn't. he almost stayed in his spot up against the bar, watching you. but then you laughed so hard you snorted, a sound he could pick out of a crowd because he loved that part of you so much. it was a quirk he didn't realize he was incredibly possessive of until that moment. it was that moment that had him moving across the bar to get to you.

in an instant, his arm was wrapped around your waist, an action that shocked you out of your stupor for a moment until you smelled his cologne lingering on his clothes.

"hi baby," you smiled, and for a moment, mat forgot why he was even heated. "i was just talking to nico here about the game."

oh.

right.

hischier.

"really?" mat asked, hoping he sounded casual and not at all territorial. but the truth was his arm tightened around you at the captain's first name leaving your mouth.

"mhm," you hummed. "he played an impressive game, despite the outcome, don't you think?"

impressive isn't the word he'd use. irritating was more like it considering hischier had actually scored on mat earlier in the game.

thankfully, or maybe not, hischier jumped in before mat had to admit that the man played a good game. (he was usually such a good sport, just not when his fiancée was involved.)

"your boyfriend here played a good game, though," nico started. "got a hat trick--"

but mat interrupted before he could continue on. "fiancé," mat corrected. "we're getting married in the off season."

he didn't know why he said that. the date hadn't been set officially, but it was slipping out of his mouth before he could stop it.

hischier blinked and nodded. "right," he said. "sorry."

you cleared your throat and smiled. "it was nice talking to you, nico. see you around!"

not if mat could help it.

you were pulling mat away from the swiss man and towards a table full of his teammates, but you stopped halfway and crossed your arms over your chest.

"wanna tell me what that was about?"

he shrugged but wouldn't meet your eyes, until you took a hand on his chin and redirected his line of sight. "mathew."

he rolled his eyes and sighed. "i missed you."

"aht," you made a noise in the back of your throat. "try again." he scowled but didn't say anything. "were you jealous?"

he scowled even harder, if that was even possible. "i just didn't like that all your attention was on him," he said.

"mat, baby," you replied, hands cupping his face. it was the first moment of serenity he'd felt since driving you to the bar. the cold metal of your ring was soothing the heat that had been simmering under the surface the entire time you were talking to the devils' captain. "i was just being nice."

"i know," he groaned.

"so what's the problem? i'm going home with you at the end of the day."

mat smirked and snaked his arms around your waist. "yeah you are."

you rolled your eyes, but stood on your toes to kiss him anyway. "let's go home, i hear we have an offseason wedding to plan."

#mat barzal x reader #mat barzal #mat barzal imagine #mathew barzal #mathew barzal imagine #nhl imagine #nhl imagines #nhl blurb #1k celebration

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aclowntiny · 8 months

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Seventeen’s Ideal First Date

Twas just running through my head 😁

S.Coups: We all know he is going to ✨impress✨. Takes you out to a super nice place for dinner and is all oh it’s no big deal ☺️ but it is to you! It makes him happy how truly grateful you are as well as how excitedly you share all the fine food with him! One of his first questions when you get there is if you have any allergies or anything first though 🥲

Jeonghan: He’s not a big goer-outer, but inviting you over for the first date seems too sus and you’re worth plenty of outings 😘 Jeonghan invites you to a wine and paint night. He totally teases you that you’re totally an amazing artist right? But he really can’t wait to see how you do and have something matching and that joy shows on his face 🥺

Joshua: Your date is a bit impromptu, a night walk Joshua realizes he just really wants to share with you, so he asks you to join him and suddenly you’re off for an adventure! You two probably traipse through a night market first before you end up walking along a bridge, stars shining above you as you watch side by side. And of course a little market memento Joshua insisted on buying you in hand too! ✨

Jun: Bro this man is so pure he’s said himself he would take his crush out for ice cream 🥲 once Jun asks you out, he grins and hopefully asks if you can meet for ice cream on friday afternoon, and how could you say no to those eyes? Buys you as many scoops as you want and gets so excited to swap flavors, please let him! Wipes any drips off your hand or cheeks with the gentlest touch, napkin just brushing over your skin as he smiles softly. 🥰

Hoshi: Hope you like ✨activity✨ because this man is NOT taking you on a restful first date! But don’t worry, he doesn’t want to go somewhere crowded, so you guys will likely go on a hike. Enjoy the way he get so excited at any sights of wildlife, pointing them out with a childlike smile and asking you questions as you walk. Attempts birdcalls that just sound so ridiculous you burst into wild laughter, especially when he does a matching pose. If you get tired or wear the wrong shoes, toward the end of your descent he’ll insist on carrying you just to show off that he can! 💪🏻

Wonwoo: His first move is to ask you to coffee, taking you to the prettiest café he knows of so you can take cute pictures of your drinks and the scenery. It’s a start to the day, too, so if you want to move on to a second location you guys have time to do that, and something in Wonwoo is hoping you will! The second location he has in mind being a really pretty garden to walk through with you- the amount of photos you’ll get on this date!!! He does his best to impress you with botany facts that he most definitely didn’t research the night before, no way…🪻

Woozi: He asks you out to lunch because it’s an easier time to schedule as well as a little less pressure! You guys can go somewhere nice but still casual and have fun over some quick bites-more time to really talk and get to know each other, which is what he wants to do! He will absolutely insist on paying, so don’t try to fight him! That date starts a running joke between you two because the appetizer you split was odd-numbered and you made a Lady and the Tramp joke to diffuse the tension…but he took it as the spaghetti part not the meatball lolol. It was embarrassing then, but cute and funny now. 🍝

DK: Asks you to the water park but, like, not in a misogynistic way. Legit just wants to play on giant slides and chat down the lazy river with you. Laughs if you splash him, but is too much of a sweetheart to splash you back very hard 💔 Insists on cheersing whatever little sodas or smoothies you two drink poolside. Also you guys will have a pose-off when you dive in to see who does the funniest or coolest one as they jump! Makes you laugh with his fish impression 😌

Mingyu: President of the ‘doing his best to impress’ club, Mingyu straight-up takes you out on a boat. He’s like ‘hey, wanna go on a boat ride?’ and you’re just like ‘a what?’ but that’s how you end up laughing in the sun sitting on the bench together, drinks in hand and cute boating shirts aka middle aged rich man chic on for some great photos Mingyu insists on taking 🥰 He hopes you’ll get startled in the choppier waters so he can hold onto you 😏

The8: Just for something lowkey you can enjoy together, he invites you to walk a gallery with him. He’s such a good gallery partner because he genuinely wants to hear your input, what pieces you like or don’t prefer, if something makes you feel a certain way. You also have a built-in photographer who takes some great pictures of you and may ask for a few in return 😉 If you connect any of the arts or their concepts to literature you’ll have Minghao swooning! 🖼️

Seungkwan: Asks you out to a walk on the beach. He loves being by the ocean, and that way you two have plenty of time to talk, which is the most important part of the date to Seungkwan. He absolutely loves seeing the seaside wind in your hair, running along the sand like a pair of giddy children, seeing who could find the prettiest seaglass. After that, you guys get lunch at one of those cute dockside restaurants overlooking the water! You won’t life a finger at that meal, Seungkwan will insist on taking care of you as much as he can 💕

Vernon: Out of both love for films and a desire to keep things low-pressure for you both, Vernon asks you to a movie! He’ll try to take your interests into account as much as he can and balance it with what he wants to see, too. After the movie, you guys can grab drinks or a bite to eat and discuss! Vernon absolutely loves how you two can see the same thing, yet from such a different pair of eyes that you notice things he missed or the experiences hit that much more home for you. This helps him feel more deeply connected. 🎞️

Dino: Such a classic date! Drinks and a night of dancing await you. Corny as it may be, Chan just can’t wait to see you twirl around and let loose with you. Even if you aren’t good, he’ll hype you up and tell you you’re cute and doing amazing, he can help you with anything you want to try. We always feel closer to someone after we dance, right? Well, that’s what he thinks, not to mention this date gives him an excuse to hold your hand lots and learn your favorite drink by heart! 🥂

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elizakai · 1 month

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UH OKAY DUST X REAPER AND/OR SWAPFELL X NIGHTMARE? AHEUUEHA

omfg i love you i’m jumping at the chance to look at dust x reaper i better see some art somewhere in this fandom OUGH ok

well, dust’s died like how many times now, lets just assume they’ve ENCOUNTERED one another yeah?

⬇️⬇️⬇️

reaper feels bad for him. he isn’t even allowed to actually die, just experience death over and over, only to be thrust back into this torturous cycle.

imagine dust dying in the hall, he’s stumbling away and he just. sees the grim reaper. and he’s like oh shit. well then. *gets thrown back whenever they decide to reset*

reaper visiting a lot because, well, he’s dying a lot, he’s probably gotta. imagine a scenario where they actually get to talk. but its so so brief, dust is never dead very long, and reaper probably shouldn’t interfere otherwise…

(he’d also, be witnessing the deaths of the aus other residence, which. interesting. wonder what they have to say about things. and what reapers response may be.)

(of course this is assuming they interact after death, which i think makes sense with common depictions of the reaper at least)

dust probably chalks him up to a vision he’s having, or hallucination, when he dies, but maybe when he’s given more time, they can have broken up conversations.

like hey, mid sentence he gets thrown back into the land of the living, but HEY! next time he dies, just pick up the convo like nothing happened. “Anyways as i was sayin-“

Another thing to think about is just how SIMILAR dust is to geno. and most of us are afterdeath junkies i think💀

like, dust and geno have VERY similar motivations and go to similar lengths (think of error even)

i think of reaper could come to respect genos desires and motives, he’d feel the same towards dust. reaper always strikes me as a really lonely person, and dust is too for obvious reasons.

i’m imagining a scenario where reaper is just. real bored of just watching. so he starts like following dust around so he can see him. and dusts like ah. cool. fucking phantom ass to add to the list. i’m imagining reaper telling him like no, i’m very real dude, and dust is like haha ok, lemme touch you then

…for obvious reasons he can’t let him touch him💀💥 but that would probably make dust assume he is in fact a hallucination. but that’s ok. he’s an ODDLY nice hallucination.

maybe he even reminds him of the river person🤷🏽‍♀️

anyways, reaper just having convo, dust finding he likes it, it’s pleasant chatter to listen to, and then he’s like damn i really am sick, why am i so attached to this weird ass hallucination

(i’m just idea dumping so hard i apologize.)

reaper would find his conviction kinda cute, if not slightly frustrating. like bro, out here denying my existence, wtf💔

i wonder, if reaper can touch him when”” when he’s in the space of death, temporarily.

that would be cool :,))

if reaper doesn’t show up for a while and comes back dust just, getting happier, he’s got someone to talk to again that isn’t a dead friend or relative he’s killed multiple times.

i imagine dust has seen “death” enough times that, in life, he can “see death” (reaper)

they gain this weird little affection for eachother ok💔 a selfish part of reaper hopes dust will always get reset…so he can come talk to him

but part of him is also disgusted by the hope that he’s able to just. be laid to rest. what can be done yk?

YOU COULD MAKE THIS SO ANGSTY WHERE LIKE the anomaly suddenly

stops!

and dust is actually on his way to wherever you’d go when you die

imagine, reaper just. guiding him away to whatever afterlife or lack thereof, carrying his soul away and having to let him go. no more coming back.

cries

or yk, we can imagine a scenario where dust gets out of the loop, and they continue to see eachother and have their weird little friendship (?)

dust is like “i’ve seen death, he’s over my shoulder as i walk, whispers in my ear as i lie awake at night. death awaits my presence, and i deaths. i’ve felt the touch of death, and it was unbearably sweet , a feeling i will forever long for”

*horror from whoever he’s speaking to*

meanwhile reaper is just like, telling stupid jokes in his ear and giggling over someone’s stupid outfit, gossiping about the other gods and making dust look crazy laughing at stupid shit

i wonder if reaper could potentially see dusts phantoms, it’s a fun idea. they aren’t REALLY there, but dusts magic is kind of projecting them i imagine, and reaper has seen them when they die. i just imagine him shooing them away for dust, and he’s like naw man pay attention to me instead *slutty little strut*

you could interpret the way death even works a million different ways and have a bunch of different potential even. what if dust were to die and reaper…DOESNT guide his soul away. what if he keeps him. maybe dust wants that. they could “be together”.

maybe there’s an afterlife, and reaper is able to cross the gap. who knows. lots of potential.

they both have hoodies >:3 idc if that doesn’t mean anything

i feel like reapers dark humor would almost comfort dust lmao, it kinda lightens the load for him. reaper can assure dust that their souls are…ok. they’re at peace.

reaper is just happy to feel so validated and seen all the sudden

he can help dust understand how life really works

ironic huh. the essence of death being the thing that gives you a will to live.

just imagine in a time he’s died, reaper not being able to help himself. he just comes in for a hug. and both of them need it so badly. when dust is alive, he CANT touch him.

they both think about that hug a lot <//3

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holllandtrash · 11 months

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bestie what if we write a lance one shot of your first kiss

I need this I’m a lance girly, also it’s not edited

1.8k words I think?

You met Lance through Chloe a few years back and the two of you always got along, always a little flirty, always finding reasons to sneak off during parties or large dinners to go for walks and talk about the thoughts that flooded your minds.

And it was at one of these dinners sometime in august when you did exactly that. You were in Italy, no clue who’s idea it was, but there was a good amount of you there. It probably started as Chloe and Scotty wanting a vacation but then word got out and it turned into a trip with 10 of their closest friends and family.

You sat at the table, the late night breeze was welcomed during the august heat. All of you were dressed in light clothing, acting as though you weren’t sweating and wondering who’s dumb idea it was to go to Italy during a heat wave.

You weren’t complaining, though. You couldn’t. Not when Lance’s linen shirt was unbuttoned about halfway and he kept raising his hand up every few minutes to drag his fingers through his hair. He tugged on his shirt to get some airflow through the material as he caught your eye, mourning ‘it’s too hot’ across the table to you.

You nodded in agreement. You had also tied up your hair. You were blotting your face every few seconds, thank god you chose the no make up look tonight or it would all be melting off by now. Your cheeks were flushed, fanning yourself did little to help and even the dress you wore was suffocating, despite it being lightweight and barely there.

What you needed was a jump in a pool. Or a river. Or a puddle, honestly. At this point, you’d take anything. Even the bucket the wine bottle sat in was tempting and you seriously contemplated getting rid of the wine to pour the ice over your head.

Your eyes followed Lance as he pushed himself away from the table and stood up. He didn’t make a scene, no one else seemed to notice he was walking away, to busy in their own conversations. But of course you noticed, how could you not? You were always drawn to him.

And he knew this, which is why he stood near the gate and looked back at you. His mischievous smile matched the daring glint in his eyes as he nodded his head for you to follow.

Chloe was the only one who turned to you when you stood up, but there was no time to come up with an excuse. She spotted Lance standing by the gate and raised her eyebrows, choosing to say nothing and instead relying on her all-knowing smirk to get the message across.

“Oh save it,” you rolled your eyes, ignoring her little laugh as you walked towards Lance.

He pushed the gate open for you and the two of you walked side by side, your sandals scraping against the cobblestone path.

“I don’t know why we didn’t just eat inside,” Lance admitted, taking a glance at the dinner party fading into the distance. He dragged his fingers through his hair again.

“Oh come on,” you pushed your shoulder against arm, “Haven’t you always wanted to sweat into your food?”

“You’re disgusting,” Lance laughed. He grabbed the hem of his shirt and waved it away from his abdomen, “I’m dying in this, at least you’re not wearing sleeves.”

“No but your shirt is a lot lighter,” you pointed out, not even bothering to think twice before you grabbed hold of his arm, trailing your fingers up the sleeve to confirm that it was, in fact, a lighter material than your dress.

Lance did the same, his hand going to your waist and scrunching his nose up in disappointment when he realised how uncomfortable you were too.

You wished his hand stayed there longer than it had, but both of your arms fell back to your sides and you kept walking.

“The break is nice though, yeah?” You looked up at him, seeing the beads of sweat drip down his temple. It was a similar look to when he climbed out of the car and pulled his helmet off.

“The break is needed,” he corrected. The season had been stressful for him, for the sole reason of Fernando Alonso being his teammate. He couldn’t compare to the 2-time world champion.

You decided not to mention Formula 1 anymore tonight. He needed a break from the topic too.

Instead of letting it dwell on his mind, you lightly grabbed his elbow and pulled him down a different path, one lined with flowers and greenery and lit up by little lights sticking up from the ground.

“You’re going to get us lost,” Lance chuckled, but he wasn’t fighting you to go back either.

“Being lost in Italy doesn’t sound so bad,” you teased with an innocent shrug, taking a few steps ahead of Lance so he had no choice but to keep up with you.

“No, but being lost with you sounds terrible,” he muttered, but the way his lips curled upwards was enough to tell you he wasn’t being serious.

“Please,” you scoffed, turning back around and keeping some distance as Lance trailed behind you. “You’d love to get lost with me.”

When you looked over your shoulder at him, you expected another sarcastic response or maybe even an eye roll.

You didn’t expect him to stop walking and be staring at you, fingers spinning the rings he wore, something he only did when he was nervous or anxious or struggled to find his words.

You noticed it but didn’t call him out on it. You just smiled and nodded your head for him to follow, “I promise I won’t get us too lost.”

Lance snapped out of whatever trance he was in and kept walking, this time keeping with your pace as his clothed arm brushed against your bare one. You pushed some strands of hair out of your face, wincing at how damp with sweat they were.

You felt gross, to put it simply. Sure the dress was nice, but it was disgustingly hot outside and it wasn’t helping your appearance. Usually you at least tried to look good around Lance but tonight was a write-off.

Lance looked at you the same, though. With such adoration and contentment because he was happiest when he was with you. It didn’t matter where or what either of you looked like, Lance would never look away.

There was something lingering between you. Something unsaid and impossible to ignore but always so tempting to act on.

You couldn’t explain why you never did.

But Lance never acted on it either. Both of you didn’t know how to cross that line.

You’d think in Italy, alone, walking down a beautiful path, one of you would finally do something, but the most Lance did was brush his thumb over your wrist. An intentional move, one that had you glancing up at him, but he didn’t try to connect your fingers.

You didn’t want to think about it. You just wanted to enjoy this time you had with Lance because the rest of the trip would be filled with activities and it would be impossible to get another moment alone.

When Lance chuckled softly you looked up again, but you knew instantly what was on his mind.

Tucked away between trees was a small fountain, spurting water out from the top and attracting a few birds. The stone border around it was only a foot off the ground and when Lance caught your eye, it was clear you were both thinking the same thing.

Lance took the lead, sliding his shoes off and wasting no time in stepping into the fountain. He leaned down to dip his hands in as well, humming in pleasure as the cold water hit his skin.

He splashed you right as you were stepping in as well, and that stupid smirk of his told you he would splash you again, which he did.

It wasn’t long until the material of your dress clung to your body and all you could do was try and splash him back in an attempt to ruin his clothing as well.

Lance wasn’t bothered by it, though. He unbuttoned his shirt all the way and practically encouraged you to splash the water in his direction.

“This water is disgusting,” you laughed, turning your head when Lance shook his hands in front of your face.

“Refreshing, you mean.”

“Absolutely disgusting,” you said, but that didn’t stop you from cupping a handful of it and dumping it over top of his head. Lance didn’t argue about it though, probably welcoming the water dampening his head instead of sweat. He shook his hair out as he laughed and a few drops hit your face.

Lance stepped forward, one hand going to waist to try and peel some of the material away from your body but it only fell right back into place against your sink.

He then raised his other hand to wipe away the water that was under your eyes, thumb carefully brushing your cheek as you stared up at him and asked yourself if this was your chance.

It had to be.

When else were you going to find yourself standing ankles-deep in a fountain in Italy with the man you haven’t been able to stop thinking about for years now.

Your lips parted, “Lance-”

Whatever you were going to say was forgotten about when Lance pressed his mouth to yours. His hand on your face held you in place as he took it upon himself to act on what you had both been feeling for months now.

He kissed you and everything else faded away.

Your hand slid around his neck as you tugged your fingers through his hair, holding him as close to you as humanly possible because if this was your one and only moment you’d share with him, you were going to make it last.

It wouldn’t be the only moment, however.

His nose nudged against yours and his tongue slid past your lips to roam over yours, tasting the remains of the wine you had at dinner and deciding right then and there it was now his favorite wine.

It was him who pulled away, he had to. You both needed to catch your breath. He dropped his forehead to yours and your smiles mirrored one another’s. You waited a second to press your lips against his once more, a quick peck this time because now that you had a taste of him it was going to be impossible to live without it.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted to do that,” Lance admitted, still holding your face.

“Probably as long as I’ve been waiting for you to do that,” you guessed and Lance’s laughter was music to your ears.

This, you thought, this was going to be the start of something truly beautiful.

And Lance was thinking the exact same thing.

#ls18 #lance stroll fic #lance stroll oneshot #driver scenarios with em

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bwabys-scenarios · 10 months

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Reunited

Part 24

Illumi x Reader x Feitan

part 23

part 25

warning: feitan is mean and ungrateful but what did you expect, he’s a lil gremlin! reader gets bitten and scratched cuz he’s wild 🙏

taglist: @tsukilover11 @mercyboluthecrazychicken @sxyriii @shidoni-san @living4tomrua @lemonslut @honeylunalove @sugarrushdaydream

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3 years ago

The summer air was suffocating. (Name) had long since abandoned her long sleeves and fluffy blankets, exchanging them for tank tops and sheets.

The girl continued her work of peeling apples. If she wanted to finish her next batch of apple butter before her journey into town next week, she’d need to peel until she couldn’t anymore.

“Reports of the notorious band of thieves, the Phantom Troupe, wreaking havoc in the next city over have reached-“

(Name) switched the channel of her small bear up radio. She didn’t want to hear about some thieves causing mayhem. The girl had already pushed the name out of her mind by the time she continued her work.

As the day wore on, she felt herself grow tired. She’d peeled around 60 apples. (Name) tossed the remaining bags of fruit into her fridge, setting the cut apples to boil on the stove.

‘Mmm, I think I’ll go dip my feet in the river while this boils. I deserve a little relaxation!’

(Name) slipped her flip flops on and ran outside, sliding down the hill and to the river’s edge.

It was calm and quiet, the sound of crickets and the sight of fireflies soothing to the girl. The water was surprisingly cool against her skin, causing her to jump lightly upon contact.

She sat down on the rocky riverside, dipping her feet into the water. “Ahh, now this is nice.”

For a moment, all of her worries of making ends meet and supporting her family melted away, the feeling of the river’s water lapping at her skin allowing her to forget.

But this wouldn’t last long. (Name) opened her eyes at the sound of something bobbing in the water. She turned to look down the river, narrowing her eyes to get a better look.

‘Is that an alligator? No, it couldn’t be, that shape isn’t right…’

(Name) stood and shook the water from her feet. She walked along the riverside until she was close enough to see what was floating on the surface of the water.

“Is that… oh my god!”

(Name) threw off her shoes and jumped into the river, swimming to the center to grab at the shape slowly sinking into the water. It was a person!

She swam back to shore, pulling the man up onto the rocky riverside. He was breathing, thankfully, so she wouldn’t have to do mouth to mouth.

“Let’s get you inside…”

She half carried, half drug the body to her porch, setting him down on the wooden floor as she scurried inside. She quickly turned the apples off before they could boil over, and rushed into the bathroom for her first aid kit and towels.

Not only was he absolutely soaked, but his body was covered in wounds, ranging from small cuts, to gashes. His arms were in the worst of shape though, having turned a strange purple color.

“Ah, he’s shivering. I gotta get him warmed up before he gets sick…”

She pulled at the man’s clothes, muttering an apology under her breath as she began undressing him.

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(Name) sighed, setting the small man down on the bed in the guest room. Thankfully she’d just laid out fresh sheets.

The girl didn’t have any men’s clothes for him, so she settled on pulling a pair of her pajama pants over his otherwise naked body. So far she had avoided looking at anything private, and she was planning on keeping it that way.

“Mm, his shirt was destroyed, but his pants and boxers can be washed and dried. Better than nothing, I guess.” She set aside the wet clothing for later, focusing on his injuries.

He had a large gash on his chest. It would need stitches, something (Name) could handle. Any other small cuts and bruises could be treated with a bandaid or salve, but his arms… that’s what she was most worried about.

His arms didn’t appear to be broken, but the purple color was throwing her off. He had also grunted in pain when she’d touched him, the only reaction he’d had the the entire time.

She decided to wait until he woke up to address his arms, setting some packs of ice to help with the swelling.

(Name) got to work stitching up his wound, being as gentle as possible. After that, she wrapped his chest in gauze, tending to his smaller cuts with some antibacterial spray and bandaids.

He had some glass stuck in one of his legs, which she had to pick out as well. Just what in the hell happened to this man to be in such bad shape?

She wanted to call a doctor to come check him out, but she had so signal so far out from town. She’d have to wait for him to wake up and be stabilized before she could leave, and that worried her.

After a few hours of tender care, (Name) covered him up and turned off the light. His breathing had evened out, his chest rising and falling softly.

When (Name) was finally able to climb into bed, she realized she hadn’t taken the time to really take in his appearance. She’d been so focused on saving his life she hadn’t even thought to get a good look at him.

‘That’s alright. I’ll take a good look at him tomorrow…’

—————

Sun filtered in through the curtain drawn window, causing the sleeping man to groan and attempt to raise a hand to his face to block out the light.

He regretted this immediately.

Indescribable pain shot through his limbs, causing him to scream out in agony. He cursed in his native tongue, struggling to sit up.

The door in front of him bursted open, a short, plump woman running through.

“Holy- are you okay? You’re awake oh my-“

She paused at the wild look in his eyes. The man growled, struggling to back away as he practically barked at her.

“Stay back.”

(Name) held her hands up in surrender, giving him the space he requested. Once she was a good distance away, he relaxed, but only slightly.

“Where am I?” He had an accent that (Name) couldn’t quite place, but it was nice.

The girl looked from his face to his arms, concern written across her face. “You’re in my home. I found you in the river last night.”

He frowned, sweat beading down his forehead from him straining to get up. “Who are you?”

“Oh, I’m (Name).”

His next question came fast. “What you want from me?”

She paused, her brows knitting together in confusion. “Nothing? Why do you ask?”

He let out a humorless laugh. “No one helps for “nothing”. What, want information? Better kill me, I don’t talk.”

She blinked before waving her hands frantically. “Kill? Whoah I’m not gonna kill you! I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I don’t want anything from you.”

Although he could tell she spoke the truth, it didn’t do anything to ease his suspicious. “Don’t… don’t come near.”

He felt his eyelids grow heavy. He had just woken up, but he was still exhausted. The weight of his body slowly sunk back into the bed, the man falling back into a restless sleep.

(Name) stood still until his breathing returned to normal. She then walked over and placed a hand on his forehead.

‘He’s burning up!’

She rushed out of the room and returned to place a damp rag on his head, replacing the melting bags of ice on his arms as she did.

‘Hmm… I’ll make something easy to eat for when he wakes up.’

She settled on some homemade chicken noodle soup. She’d recently culled some of her meaner roosters, so she had some left over chicken sitting in her freezer.

“This will do. I hope he’s not allergic to any of this…”

(Name) was able to get a better look at him this time. He was relatively small, shorter than her definitely, with black hair that fell past his cheeks and a pale complexion. She couldn’t place his eye color, they were either a dark shade of gray or a light shade of purple.

The next time the man woke up, it was night. By the looks of the sky outside, it had just become dark out. He could hear the sound of the woman humming, the clinks and clanks of dishes being washed reverberating down the hall.

He was able to sit up with minimal pain this time, the bags of (now melted) ice dripping to the floor. The rag that had been placed on his forehead fell into his lap as he observed his surrounding.

The room was plain, having blue walls and no decorations. Next to him was a night stand with a cup of water and a straw. Had that woman left that there?

‘Need to call boss. Doesn’t know what happened.’

He looked around, spotting his phone next to the water on the nightstand. It was broken, and even if it hadn’t been it wouldn’t have worked because of his dip in the river.

The man thought back to his fight, and how he’d gotten there.

Chrollo had ordered him to steal an expensive relic from a local gang, which Feitan thought was child’s play. Although only Feitan was ordered to take the gang out, the news reported that there was more than one spider ransacking the town. He wondered how scared they would have been if they knew all that damage had been caused by him.

Feitan only ran into trouble when a nen user skilled in paralyzing peoples bodies was able to grab his arms. The limbs quickly turned purple, but Feitan was able to kill the man with little to no further injuries.

He dropped the relic off at the designated spot before walking along the river. Feitan hadn’t realized how badly injuried he really was until he felt himself sliding down the hill and into the river. He passed out before he could swim to the surface.

Thankfully, he was light enough to float down until (Name) spotted him.

‘Careless. Should have contacted Boss beforehand…’

He looked down at his arms, gritting his teeth. It seemed the persons nen hadn’t disappeared after his death. From the small amount of information he’d heard, the paralyzation could last up to 4 months. ‘Stupid. Could have been more careful.’

He wanted to slam his fist into the wall, but knew that would only make things worse. Feitan instead took a deep breath.

His mind wandered back to the woman from the previous day. His arms were next to useless, would he have to rely on her to eat? Feitan didn’t want to. He couldn’t believe that the girl had no ulterior motive, it just wasn’t possible. No one helped others without looking to gain something, at least not in Feitan’s world.

The sound of the door creaking open caught his attention. He’d been so deep in thought that he hadn’t heard her approach the door.

“You’re awake! That’s good, just in time for dinner.”

The girl walked in carrying a plate with a bowl and piece of bread on it. She sat it down in the man’s lap as she situated herself in the chair she’d placed beside his bed.

“Can you move your arms?” she asked, picking up the bags of ice.

“No.”

She nodded. “Alright, then I’ll feed y-“

“No.”

“No? What do you mean no, are you not hungry?”

She reached out to place a hand on his forehand. Maybe he had a fever that was upsetting his stomach! But before she could place her palm on his head, he lifted his head and bit her hand.

“H-hey!” She pulled her hand back and held it to her chest as small droplets of blood beaded to the surface.

“Don’t touch me.”

She could feel the venom dripping from his words, an unspoken threat laced in between them. If she touched him, he’d hurt her.

“But if I can’t touch you, I can’t help you. I promise I’m not going to hurt you, I-“

“Stay away.”

Something about that man felt dangerous, like she was a gazelle standing in front of a lion. His eyes pierced into hers, telling her that he wasn’t someone to be messed with.

(Name) sighed and stood up from her chair. “I’ll try again later. Goodnight.”

She took the bowl and left the room, turning the light off behind her.

Feitan woke up feeling better than he had when he fell asleep, and weirdly not hungry. Out of habit, he attempted to lift a hand again to block out the sunlight, only to be reminded of his condition.

“Fuck…” he groaned, sitting up. He swung his feet over the side of the bed, taking tentative steps towards the door.

He paused for just a moment to look over his attire. Hanging dangerous low on his waist was an oversized pair of sweatpants, with some kind of cat cartoon character he didn’t recognize. They were much to big for him, the drawstring pulled tight to keep them from falling down his hips.

‘If Uvogin or Shalnark saw this, wouldn’t hear the end of it.’

Unable to open it with his hands, he kicked it open, causing it to fly off its hinges.

(Name) screeched from the kitchen. “OH MY- my door!” She rushed over, glancing between her door and the man in front of her.

“Where the bathroom?”

She blinked. It took her a moment to process his question before she pointed to the open bathroom.

As he began to walk away she stopped him by clearing her throat. “Will you be needing any help?”

He glanced back at her, raising an eyebrow. “What, gonna hold my dick for me?”

He didn’t wait for her to respond, just walked in and kicked the door close.

(Name) was left in a stunned silence, staring at the door. ‘Did he…’

She huffed and went back to working in the kitchen. It wasn’t as easy as it had been before she’d had to bandage her hand, but she’d power through it.

——————

Feitan could feel something warm in his mouth, something savory. It tasted good, the man swallowing the liquid in deep gulps.

In his dreams, he was sitting with all of his childhood friends enjoying the soup chrollo had made them. All it was was chicken and water with some sparse seasonings, but feitan enjoyed every second of his meal.

The smallest of smiles was on his face as a spoon was lifted to his lips.

He was still asleep, and (Name) was going to take advantage of that.

She’d propped him up and had slowly been dripping the broth from her soup into his mouth for the past 15 minutes, being mindful of his breathing. For the past two days, she’d been feeding him like this when she could.

He refused to eat anything she offered him, threatening her if she got too close. He always followed through with his words, biting and clawing at whatever skin he could get to.

Feitan didn’t stay awake much, only getting up to use the bathroom before passing out again. She’d gotten used to the man randomly leaving his room only to use the bathroom.

One afternoon after he left, she saw water dripping down his face and onto his chest. (Name) assumed he has been drinking water from the sink. He didn’t even trust her enough to drink the water she had supplied.

This didn’t bother her, though. The kind of wounds Feitan had received, both old and new weren’t the type that littered an ordinary man’s body. He’d had a hard life of fighting to survive, so she didn’t take his harsh words and actions to heart.

(Name) had fixed the door to her best ability to give the man some privacy. She left it cracked open slightly so he could go to and fro without breaking it again. Feitan seemed perplexed by her actions. Despite his less than kind attitude, she seemed unbothered. This freaked him out.

(Name) knocked on the door before entering with a medkit in one hand and his laundry in the other. “Hey. I need to change your bandages.”

He didn’t glance up from looking at his lap, his lips twisting into a deep frown. “I said no touching.”

“Yeah, I know, but if I don’t change your bandages you’ll get an infection.”

Feitan sneered at her, spitting out his words. “Don’t care. Stay away.”

She set the medkit down and placed his laundry on the bed before she sat next to him. Unlike placing ice packs/rags and feeding him, changing his bandages in his sleep wouldn’t be easy. If he woke up, he might seriously hurt her.

“Alright, I won’t touch you, but I’ll need to go to town and get a doctor. If I can’t help you then I can at least get someone-“

“No doctor.”

(Name) raised an eyebrow at this. “No doctor? How exactly do you plan on getting better if I can’t touch you or get you a doctor?”

The man didn’t answer, giving her a glare. “Listen, your three options are to let me take care of you, see a doctor, or die from infection. What’s your choice?”

He looked her straight in the eye as he answered.

“I choose death.”

——————

“God, he’s stubborn. And annoying.”

(Name) loaded her homemade canned goods into her large basket, huffing and puffing over the man’s behavior. He’d fallen back to sleep after his declaration, not bothering to speak on the subject further.

He seemed to be doing alright, all things considered, but his attitude was worsening by the day. He refused to tell her anything, not even his name.

(Name) fastened her basket to her bike and started on her journey to town.

It took around 30 minutes by bike, but stopping to take breaks made it a 45 minute trip.

(Name) participated in a farmers market every Sunday, selling her canned goods to make enough money to support herself and send a little money home to her family every month.

After a long day of selling her goods, she packed up her cash into three plastic jars. One was for her, the second was for her family, and the third was new. It would be her “mysterious stranger fund”, money she’d use for his basic necessities.

She decided to stop by the local thrift store and buy a few different pairs of clothes for the man. It was hard to find things that fit his style. Even in the heat, he’d been wearing a long black coat, so she assumed he liked wearing warm clothing.

She could afford a pair of black jeans, a black hoodie, a few pairs of boxers, some socks, and a set of pajamas. It would have to do until she could come back next week.

He hadn’t bothered to change out of the sweatpants she’d dressed him in his first night there, despite her pleas for him to do so.

Feitan would just scoff, saying that he wouldn’t be able to sleep in his usual pair of pants.

He didn’t seem to like talking, maybe it was because he wasn’t great with words? (Name) really liked his voice though, it was attractive when he wasn’t growling or yelling at her.

She stuffed the jars her loyal customers had returned and the clothes she bought into her basket and started on her way home. It was dark now, but the moon guided her along her path.

——————

“I’m home, I got you some-“

(Name) paused, dropping her basket onto the floor.

The man was sprawled out along the floor, his breathing uneasy and sweat beading down his forehead. It looked like he’d passed out after leaving the bathroom.

She was at his side immediately, hoisting him up as gently as she could. (Name) placed him onto his bed and pulled back his bandages. The woman grimaced at the sight.

“Infected, just as I thought.”

The infection wasn’t bad, but bad enough that if it wasn’t treated, he’d die. (Name) thanked god that she kept antibiotics on hand, running to her bathroom and pulling the out of her mirror cabinet.

“Hey, can you swallow? I have some medicine that will help you.”

The man let out a ragged breath, shaking his head. “N… no. Don’t… don’t touch me.”

He was too weak to fight her, but he still refused her treatment. The girl bit her lip before popping one of the pills into her hand and squeezing his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, but I’m not going to let you die.”

She shoved the pill into his mouth, holding his lips shut as he thrashed, scratching and clawing at her skin. Soon, he lost his strength again and swallowed the pill.

(Name) let go of him, blood dripping down her arms from the wounds he had inflicted. She paid them no mind, leaning him against his pillow and placing a rag on his forehead.

“I’ll be right back with some water and some fresh bandages.”

For the next 24 hours, Feitan was in and out of sleep. Every once and a while he’d feel the cool sensation of water being poured into his mouth, too weak to protest.

(Name) stayed by his side as much as she could, constantly checking his temperature and changing his bandages after applying medicine to his wounds. He’s still bark out complaints and threats, but due to his condition they were now empty.

At one point (Name) was scared he would die, his face turning pale and breathing growing softer. She held his hand through the night, tending to him as gently as she could through his pain.

——————

Feitan woke up to the feeling of someone’s hand in his.

He was still exhausted and weak from the infection, but was able to lift his head enough to see who was holding his hand.

The woman was at his bedside, having fallen asleep while caring for him. Tears fell from her eyes freely as she slept.

Had she stayed with him the entire time? Feitan glanced at his chest, seeing that he was wearing new bandages and a different pair of pants. They were black flannel pajama bottoms, something he wouldn’t usually wear, but comfortable on his sensitive skin.

He noticed his hair had been pulled back into a ponytail to keep out of his face. A rag laid on his forehead to fight his constant fever, the taste of broth on his lips.

This girl had been diligently caring for him through his tantrums and mean words. Could he really keep pretending she was out to hurt him?

(Name) stirred, her tired eyes opening to see Feitan staring down at her with calculating eyes.

“You’re awake-oh sorry.”

She let go of his hand and wiped away her tears. “Sorry, your health declined last night and I was afraid you’d die, so I held your hand. I didn’t want you to… die alone.”

Feitan couldn’t understand her kindness. Her words did something to his chest that he didn’t like, not one bit. He shrugged it off, leaning back against his pillow.

“… you stayed here whole time?”

It was the first time he’d asked her a non hostile question in days. “Yes, of course. You were very sick and needed my full attention.”

He didn’t seem satisfied with her answer, but relented. She leaned closer to look at his face, giving him a sweet smile that unsettled the man more than he cared to admit.

“Are you hungry? I’ll make you whatever you want, if it means you’ll eat.”

Feitan maintained eye contact with her. His body was weak, and he knew he’d need to eat something soon. With the infection and his injuries, he would die if he didn’t consume some nutrients. Although he said he’d rather die than be fed by her, his body wouldn’t allow him to deny his hunger any longer.

“… curry.”

She blinked, leaning back. (Name) tried to hide her excitement over his request for food. “Okay, what kind?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

(Name) was quick to leave after giving him his medicine. He didn’t fight her for it this time, only complaining about the situation.

As she left, his eyes couldn’t help but wander to her bandaged arms, the beginnings of guilt starting to form in his stomach.

——————

“Fei, what was your mama like?”

Feitan and Chrollo sat together under a makeshift shelter, the latter stirring a bubbling pot of soup. Although it was hot, no one ever complained about the food.

They were just kids then, running around having adventures and trying to survive.

“Dunno. Died.”

The young boy didn’t seem to bothered by his own words, looking out into the distance to watch his other friends play.

“Oh. Sorry to hear that.”

A silence fell over the two, Feitan pulling his knees to his chest. When was the last time someone had held him? He couldn’t remember. He didn’t even know if he’d ever been held tenderly, like he was precious to someone.

As he would grow older, Feitan would be able to hide his feeling of loneliness and need for touch, but now he was a child that was struggling to keep it all together.

Chrollo clapped a hand over his back, remaining silent as the boys eyes brimmed with tears.

Feitan always hated that dream. It made him feel soft and sappy, something he perceived as weakness. The Phantom Troupe’s interrogator didn’t have time for such useless feelings.

He had just woken from his dream, the tears that welled up in his eyes pooling down his cheeks. He hated that he couldn’t wipe them away, cursing his heart.

The smell of food cooking caused his stomach to growl. He was now aware that the woman had been slowly feeding him broth over the past few days as he slept, but that was hardly enough to fill his empty stomach.

Feitan watched through the crack in the door as the girl scurried around the house, picking up little messes as she cooked. It was amusing to watch her bump her hip against a counter and gasp before jokingly wagging her finger at it, as if it could feel shame.

He wondered if she’d act so silly if she knew he was watching.

Feitan stood up and opened the door completely. This drew (Name)’s attention, who glanced his direction before going back to working on dinner.

The man stared at her for a moment before going to the bathroom.

(Name) tried to ignore the feeling of his eyes on her, grateful that he left as soon as he did. It was hard to cook when you were being watched.

After leaving the bathroom, Feitan did something that (Name) hadn’t been expecting.

The short man sat at the dinner table, staring at her with unreadable eyes.

To say it was unnerving would be an understatement.

When (Name) turned to ask why he was staring at her, he scowled. “Observing.” was all he said.

She sighed and finished up dinner. If watching her would give him some peace of mind, who was she to deny him?

“Dinners ready.”

She placed a plate of beef curry down in front of him, the smell of the food almost causing his mouth to water. “Here…”

She sat next him, scooting her chair closer. He instinctively shrunk back, like a wounded animal. She only waited for him to calm down, stirring up the food to help it cool down.

“Are you ready?”

He hesitantly nodded, leaning towards her with his mouth open.

The first bite was heaven for Feitan. He didn’t know if he’d ever tasted anything better than the curry he was eating then. After that, he was much more receptive to her feeding him, finishing the plate before he realized it.

“Alright, do you want some more? There’s also some pie in the fridge if you want some!”

He didn’t answer. It was already humiliating enough to be fed by a complete stranger, he didn’t want it to last any longer than it had to.

But his sweet tooth would not agree with his brain.

“Pie.” He stated, staring at the fridge.

——————

After his meal, Feitan retired to his room to sleep. Just walking around was exhausting, he didn’t have any energy to socialize with someone he didn’t really like.

The man stared up at the ceiling, thinking back to her face as she fed him. She didn’t look at him in a condescending way or laugh when the food fell onto the floor because it had been too hot. No, she patiently waited for him to finish chewing his food, and wiped his mouth as if she were taking care of someone she cared about a lot.

Of course, Feitan wouldn’t process that (Name) cared for him, a stranger for a long time. It didn’t make sense to him. Why help someone when you stood to gain nothing?

He watched as she cleaned up the kitchen through the crack in the doorway.

‘Strange woman.’

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